sound is nothing but vibrations
wonder what i said inside
the fiveandhalfminute hallway
stare at ceilings black
as the inside of a panther's
stomach on the night
of the apocalypse
all absorbed the sound
so your ears never hear the words
"i love you"
sinking into carbon walls
like a bathtub full of oatmeal
2 comments:
I love this poem, and you posted it at 2:17 am....
Ha ha. I like this poem too. You should read House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski which is where I got the idea from this poem and some of the imagery.
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