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Waking up, loud
by Betania TeschClear plastic barriers of sound
waking up, loud
talking soundless on my lips
and delicate like wet weather.
She says it's harsh nowadays
the way the economy is falling
and nobody's got an answer
to her unspoken question,
says people just ain't the same
won't throw a dime in your cup
and a living isn't worth making
if you gotta spend your life on it.
I know where she's at
and I tell her to smoke more
because it seems to console
her sense of subreality
and it seems to protect her.
We skat sing our way home
skipping on syllables
and breathing hard in the silences.
Then I fell asleep
and I am waking up, loud
to the soundless noise of my fear
because the silence is deafening.
It's not worth hearing
if you gotta spend your music on it. 12/12/2001 Posted on 12/12/2001
Copyright © 2025 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 12/09/02 at 07:34 PM Ouch! Beth, once again you've captured a physical reality in words so well that it leaves me reeling. We all hate to say it, but we've all been there- I've been there- in that passenger seat, turning up the music, so many times, that it *shocks* me that someone else can grab hold the three-dimensional feeling and splatter it, still wiggling and squirming, to the two-dimensional page. *nothing but utmost respect to you* And the title! The Title! AGGH! Too Good! *bows, bows* |
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