Static

Static wavelengths surround me

 

Static

 

Scattered wavelengths

from a worn out speaker

cracking with each unbalanced bass note

Finding my brain on overload

and a slower heart beat

out of tune

 

Static the union,

tuning dial gone, volume at high

glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies

lingering on a distant shelf

now sinking lower in this

roadside armchair

 

An empty bottled fortress

collects the pain at my feet

glass brown soldiers stand,

bottle cap mementos flip

like dancing beans on a folding table

at El Mercado

 

One more for the road

a staggering venture

along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense

two at a time, smirking

snickering like a Pryde-ful ending

mimicking the way

 

Still the static, white noise,

foaming seas on wavelength casualties

and the trees cry, when birdsong of night

haunts with a sound

interrupting the dance of the beer container guards

and I tap a painful toe

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh yes, the mocker that is the drink. Every thing starts out okay and then wham. Thanks for the shout out. Great write.

[Jack...]

Hey there, yeah, it just felt right. Thanks so much Pryde

[Kelly Scheppers]

That "poetic pool" you tap into must be overflowing, Jack...this is nothing shy of brilliant!

Love the static, "cracking with each unbalanced bass note". Oh yes, this takes me back...

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Kelly. You kind review has made me smile this morning

[Sami Khalil]

The title , the poem , the meanings related to your life and its wave lengths are all great . A different one from your style but sooooo good . Bravo

[Jack...]

Thank so very much Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the "pryde-ful" play...

i like this change of pace from you...not the sweet love poem here...that station isn't playing on this radio!

it's that unnerving loud static that you can't turn off in your head.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[Frieda P]

Holy cats Jack, this is bat shyte crazy good, no wonder Pryde calls you a badass ....so clever, & unique. I love this one!


Still the static, white noise,
foaming seas on wavelength casualties
and the trees cry, when birdsong of night
haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance of the beer container guards
and I tap a painful toe

Tapping to your poetry, can't wait for the next masterpiece!

[Jack...]

Frieda, my friend, I just posted this. Thank you so much for finding it. Kind of a static filled day for me here at work so I found a way to paint something with it. Glad you liked this, I wasn't too sure about it but now I am. :) Thank you my friend.

[Frieda P]

You painted out of the lines, and did an amazing job my dear friend!