Wednesday, August 8, 2001

Frozen Web

My throat is locked, unable to transmit 

What I need to say most, my body sealed, 

Airtight passages filled with static, hormonal 

Waves stymied by interference, out of sync, 

Sleep deprived, senseless, decayed organs 

Incapable of vibrating with the rhythm. 

A broadcast the tower projected

Clogs my mind, aggressively, hopelessly, 

I cannot scream, larynx congealed, rotten 

Walls of shame built of cement, impervious 

To all communication, my music deranged, 

A writhing child battling itself to escape. 

Each node the parasites bereave, deceived 

Beyond defense, outlawed from the network, 

Barred from its time signature, estranged, 

Drunken notes the radio made with silk, 

Spinning a prison for the spider to prey on 

Discordant souls the symphony silenced. 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Software

My body is the motherboard, With circuits that calculate The answer to every imbalance. My eyes are the monitor With rods and cones intercep...