Thursday, August 31, 2017

Radio Silence

Either you're quieter than church or I'm deaf.
Whatever it is, I don't hear a damn thing.

This is like trying to listen for fading tan lines.
Or holding my ear up to a soft pencil drawing.

I wish I could hear something in nothing. 
But there's no there.
When there isn't any there there.

From the archives:
Chicken Scratch 

The High Cost Of Being Me
No Trophies