Monday, December 17, 2012

[headphones]

umbilical chord, cord, cordial, ah
souvenir, from years, for years

leaning towards the right
oh the ears

around the neck

soundwaves like spears


untangle this mess, ah
veritable train wreck

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Not all poems in this planet are forcefully required to end in a disparate punchline, but hey if that's your style that's your style.

Just Saiyan.