does anyone know how
to wait anymore?
in this world of constant contact
buzzing chiming hyper
stimulation
what happens if you sit
in silence?
alone with the thud of your blood
\thundering in your veins\
and the whisper
of your inner descant
erupts
a cacophonous harangue?
nay, you say
I run not from the fear
my flaming inner ear
as I suckle at the singing
\pinging ringing\
electronic sugar teat.
this generation who believes
navel gazing
is a search for pierc-ed bling
an alt-indie band
or a porn-spawned
sexual fetish
they might just give a try,
flee
\buzz on the back of a flea\
at the barest nod
to hush-ed introspection
heed not those
tongues of babel loosed.
what inner demons?
This is a classic poem !! π love it π
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Indeed!! Indeed!!
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This was a good poem. Well expressed.
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