notMetaphor Poetry radio plays radio song

radio plays radio song



radio plays radio song

popmatic joy bliss sound

mesh of opened windows

 

there   street lamps bar access

to upper atmosphere

light walls from without

bake thought like unleavened bread

 

here    slight static music

draws dust from the air

slows seconds into breath;

stills time

 

radio plays radio song

muttered music

churns darkness

like fire crackles sky