Broadcasting VicissitudeA Poem by Cole HayleyI met a new friend today.Broadcasting Vicissitude I met a new friend today. He talked in a language that had escaped me, And his accent was filled with a static overtone, Encrypting every word with an indistinguishable meaning. He carried his bruised wings on his back like a battered suitcase Gently brushing the layers of dust that had covered their prestige.
He sang a song that sounded like a malfunctioning audio disk Contorting his plastic mouth with every missed beat, Tangled up with the distortion that had riddled the moment. I could tell he was sent here to tell me the world was on fire, I could tell he was going to be the one to save us all. I just couldn't understand a single thing he said. I asked my new friend if he wanted to sleep with me tonight So he could get away from the constant fridge buzz that surrounded us Screaming to give in to the faulty connection. I tried to drag him into the midst of the sanctuary that stayed in my room But every time I got so far the power cord would become detached, And my friend would fade into obscurity. My friend floundered every time he left his perch, The false sense of safety from the entertainment centre kept him from crumbling. Today I met a new friend. He sat behind a over pixelated glass screen And preached the end of the world. © 2012 Cole HayleyAuthor's NoteReviews
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20 Reviews Added on July 16, 2012 Last Updated on July 16, 2012 Tags: Broadcasting Vicissitude Poem Po AuthorCole HayleyMontreal, CanadaAbout25 / Canada I'm back ;) New series: "Name one thing in this photo" 1. Grocery list and a Love letter 2. Went Wrong 3. 24 4. The Pacific Theater 5. A SATA cable frayed 6. One Thing 7. .. more..Writing
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