Blogging has become an incredibly enjoyable, expressive and cathartic exercise over the past few weeks, which partially explains the sheer volumes of recent postings. If it's not being read by a single soul and I'm bellowing into an empty wilderness - all the better.
I found a poem which, according to the date tag on the file, was created on 9 January 2010.
Calling
Counting down the minutes
Burning the candle
End upon end upon end
Distorted reflections in black casing,
Behind holes appear numbers
that branch out under the soil
putting my voice to yours.
Delay. Fuzz fuzz fuzz.
Blistering fumbling sounds
echo as I mutter something
about the day past
Sweet transition,
You speak. Water to
parched lips. Light
to the prisoner.
CLICK down the handle
a wave of decompression
floods the neon room
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