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Antenna June 19, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Unpaid bills in an unkempt house where

mercy runs out, no, it flees from the door into the streets

like night chases the day at dusk, like night chases day

A satellite radio LED reads “Antenna” and nothing plays, nobody talks

yet it is out there on the airwaves and the noise is longed-for, the noise

Walking, wondering, waiting and wishing are the ways of an old man

that a young man once thought would never be him, is now him,

or he is now that old man and it hurts, now that old man hurts

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