I can feel the words
running through my mind
like ticker tape.
Flashing,
scrolling,
red , red ,red...
I try to slow them down,
faster than the speed of sound,
the second hand spinning around and around.
Push my fists into my eyes.
Black,
the sparks of starry skies.
Rolling off my tongue they fall.
Silence is not what it seems at all.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Ticker Tape Parade
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I really love the poem and the title.
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