Inarticulation (a poem)

Today’s entry. I incorporated several words from a list I made while at Third Place Books yesterday.

Thirteen blood seconds
in forgotten daylight
and all those thoughts I had escape
before I can get them down

The incoherent silence
is broadcast for all to hear
while the tapes get stuck on rewind
rendering my improbable transformation moot

Philosophers down through the ages
smack their foreheads in disbelief

I don’t know when I lost the connection
but that’s a noise that’s not going away soon

(6 May 2017)

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