So I took a poetry class #1
So I took a poetry class. This and the following posts are what I wrote there.
To Hell With It ~ ForgetRemembering
To Hell With It ~ ForgetRemembering
It is like a thousand thousand voices
screaming in my head,
all the voices screaming
splicing sound and image
each over the top of others
demanding
salient
voice on voice,
half faces on ripped photos
phase on phrase,
clashing, crashing,
and
simultaneously retreating into scathing silence,
burning eyes replacing fiery voices.
Departure into now –
desertion from a war,
war I didn’t start and can’t escape,
war that annihilates the me;
here and now, leaving
someone else that I have come to be.
Taking earphones,
I turn the calendar up to a million,
letting the cacophony of now
drown out at first the voices
then the very room where I stand.
When the retreat is complete
I feel at least safe,
merely haunted.
If you pretend loudly enough,
you can always walk through ghosts.
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