No Title No.4

by Salinity   Mar 19, 2006


No Title No. 4

PC screen islands
html bubbles
telephony dreams
all but fiction to me.

Kodak irony
a broken remnant
seams I cannot mend
feed my self-loathing.

If love reverbs
all I ever had was
distortion and feedback
if you'd return
back to these arms
then I'd stop playing
emotional acrobat.

(This is still in th work, I'd love any feedback, thanks guys : )

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  • 18 years ago

    by Barbara Jean

    Interesting... made me think.. looks like no one voted or commented so im the first.. cool..