stood there...
feeling like the punchline
to love's cruelest inside joke.
skull pressing against the cabinet,
holding to my ear
a piece of plastic
that,
when connected,
shoots
the sound of your voice
into my ear.
the trouble is,
with the same technology,
you
are able
to hear
my voice...
desperate
bitter
verbiage
falls
falls
falls
falls
like flocks of revving chainsaws
thrown
into plate glass windows.
you disconnect
because
i
am
disconnected.
[i don't blame you.]
NB @ 11:17 AM
2 Comments:
i like the analogy of disconnection... i.e. the phone line/heart/spirit/etc.
plus the red "falls" are nice eye candy.
The title reminds me of Fight Club:
I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection. I am Jack's smirking revenge. I am Jack's broken heart. I am Jack's complete lack of surprise....good work, nice imagery.
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