Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Static

Too close to my ear
With scant impedance
Though full distortion
Spits and growls almost
Words. Not music, just words
Projected with emotion.
Scattered like chicken feed.
It's hard not to seek an author.
When I do try, spaces fill
With imagination sight.
I stumble on my discovery
Of messages in the air.

JM

2 comments:

billy said...

the truth is out there in the air

Jerry said...

You're a champ, Billy.