Modern SoundsA Chapter by J.M.Bwe first met. in
the flesh. outside my
front door. (true story) .
. . she smiled when she
recognized my satyr like grin as i walked
toward the red-bricked terraced-house
. . . her favourite
colour, and mine, flushing hot in
her summer cheeks, a transatlantic
flight reflecting back from tired
eyes, along with
something else, something quite
promiscuous, i saw a little
more closely later on, after we’d sent
the cell phone photographs onto her facebook
profile wall, messaged her sis
. . . back in the States, kicked off her
sneakers . . . and she handed me
Doctor Leary’s book, before we
stripped down shorn of clothes and wrapped
ourselves inside smooth
fresh cotton sheets, skin-seducing-skin
. . . the rumble of
drums echoing like
soft rolling thunder in the
background of our oozing
thoughts and word play
turn on games transmitted
from the cream twin speakers standing on
pine table top, modern sounds, downloaded onto my old dilapidated
pre- smart phone era
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Added on December 22, 2011Last Updated on March 23, 2012 Tags: internet, Dr Leary, cyberculture, love, modern culture, modern poetry Author
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