Monday, November 23, 2015

11.23.15

Slightly belated, slightly terrible weekend words for you.




11-21-15



Who am I speaking to
when I address the void?

A chorus of skeletons laugh coyly
their ears only in tune to vibrations.
Electricity no longer touches them;
they are freed of impulse.

An audience of empty chairs
is a mocking audience.

A council of shadows gathers,
their darkness overlapping
like the Venn circles
of nothing and no one.
I wonder if my voice will echo
or be swallowed up.

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