An Anatomy of SoundA Poem by ConnorVibrating glass echoes my vision. Hypodermic needles inject soundwaves. Frozen ice creeps up my spine. Blankets of audio comfot put my mind to sleep. Blank faces stare through the windowsills, the pasted on emotions follow me. Silence, then sleep. © 2009 Connor |
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1 Review Added on June 20, 2009 AuthorConnorAbouti'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..Writing
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