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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4570 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Under the Sounds of Other Lives J. Bescup A purple-bruised world swims the streets tonight somewhere in this town factory workers slave over grey tasks and steel machines foremen give orders and the drones comply elsewhere an aging piano struggles one more melody under delicate spindling fingers in another room of that house ears listen quietly above the rooftops over the cityscape if you could hear them you’d decipher the sounds of lovers physical exchanges of miserable couples disputes of dreams being made and broken of plastic plants and pianos churning turning another day into refuse under the cacophony of other lives I am on my bedroom floor at 3:30 in the morning writing in a vain attempt at grasping why I am not in the midst of love’s expressions in the midst of shattered dreams in the bottom of someone else’s sinkhole I am wondering in the humming silence why I am here and not someplace else ----------------------------------------------- dance to the rhythm, it gets harder... -J. |
