mother, please turn off the radio in my head

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Mother

Please turn off the radio in my head.

“what radio? In whose head?”

The one with the dj

Who incessantly plays

Bizarre advertisements

For rooms made of mattresses

And game room time an hour a day

Candy in cups (promises

they taste like pez)

no worries of laundry

dishes

or making of bed

and the fish are fed

and replaced quickly when dead

a place of slippers no shoes

use of toilet

but never cleaned by you

nails are long

heads are shaved

(please turn it off)

their eyes are like caves

you sit and watch sitting watching

remember fads like stupid

swatches

and your clothes match

no thought involved

you are the sun

to which we revolve

(interrupted by)

New improved lotions

Making skin as soft as air

But air is thin and I’m scared

At all the things it carries

From here to there

And why would I want to be

Something with no resistance

Next non-existence

To be both exit and

Entrance

for any and all

makes me stand straight and tall

like the long grey walls

guiding the hall

to the room made of beds

and candy

tasting like pez

and why is candy served

in a cup

is it not suppose to

melt in my mouth

mother

you turned the radio on

when I was born

if not off

at least volume

lowered?

 

“of course dear

Just go to bed.”

Reviews

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~ extremely creative work, monsieur... this conversation between mother and son is astute social commentary... the image of the "radio" works perfectly... ~ i too feel that we live in a very un-poetic world... and, i'm reminded of a pink floyd song titled mother... there are lots of thoughts in my head right now about the world and how its become... this is extremely thought-provoking work... and, i relate to these lines a lot...

"But air is thin and I’m scared
At all the things it carries
From here to there
And why would I want to be
Something with no resistance
Next non-existence
To be both exit and
Entrance
for any and all
makes me stand straight and tall
like the long grey walls
guiding the hall
to the room made of beds"

[Steeven]

thank you so much serah. i didn't think about the social commentary idea until you provided it, and fitting it is. i just had the intense thought that i was completely crazy and one day i wouldn't be able to ignore the radio anymore if it wasn't lowered or unplugged, which the thought is validated by mother just brushing me off to bed.
but ignore that meaning...i'll accept yours
*smile

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~ thou art very welcome, monsieur steve... i did get that bit about your mum protecting you from 'the noise'... but i also thought that you described the contours of that noise brilliantly... this was like a very articulate and personalized film... very vivid... though esoteric in parts... but that just added to the overall effect... so glad you like my interpretation... :)