Wednesday, November 6, 2013

6 November 2013

Transmission breaches
the bedroom wall — drums
& voices behind, restrained
but vile intrusions
searching to mute the calm
I frantically retain.

Now the window
opens to nothing more
than restless legs, warm air.
No, listen — it's radio
murmur —
a rudderless heart.

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