She had weird music in her brain
flickering laughter
jittery rants
foghorn moans
farting jeers
bleeding screams
but sometimes, beyond all
beehive static gusts
hissing jetplane shrieks
rusty factory clanging
frantic skeletal taps
for a pause, there were no
howling empty yawns
gliding like winds
over creaking tombstone teeth
but just the hum of breathing
and she could twist herself
through that maze of noise
like a radio dial
tuned to a huge smooth tide
and that was enough
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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