The Loss

 The Loss

 

I’m sick of hearing

all those songs on

the radio. The ones

we used to play,

 

As the sun disappeared.

The vibrations

fiercely

kicking my eardrum.

 

The electronic tones

of Kid A pouring

through the

Pontiac’s stereo,

 

Ended the silence

of our nightly

journey. Yorke’s voice

adding to the

 

Coversation, when

my own couldn’t.