Radio silence static flicker
Fucking around in memories
Long looks from futures
I linger
I prism
I synapse
I scatter
I shout
I start
Radio flicker holy heaven
Mom's puttering in the kitchen
Corny 2008 pop hits
Playing too many video games
Feeling in place
Radio flicker honeyspark summer
Biting my nails in the back of Dad's truck
AC-DC blaring too loud, I'm rolling my eyes
I don't give a fuck whether these memories
Are dusty and old and ugly like that truck
They are holy to me
Radio flicker buzz winter crow
Calling out into blizzard days
The news is saying I can sleep in again
Two snow days in a row
Maybe 2011 isn't all worthless
Radio flicker shotput dark
I'm listening as much to the sound of my own heart
Wondering if it's safe to drink this much Red Bull
Writing until 4am knowing nothing can hold me back
At least not in 2013
Radio flickers static crossfire in my mind
Cars racing all night, soaring in the dark
2016 my cold black heart,
Their music thumping, and I wish I could peek at their playlists before they're gone down the other end of our road like ghosts in metal traps
I think my life is defined by sounds
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Nocturnalisms
PoetryAll of the hiding, it's because of the hunt And if they haven't chased you, Then you don't know enough to judge... Nocturnalisms is a collection of poems about living with night owl tendencies, seeing through narcissists and their mind games, experi...
