by Lindsay Sanders
my favorite tv show is on again
but im not watching.
the coffee ring next to my
is captivating my attention.
the more i study its shape,
the more it begins to grow
im playing radiohead again
but im not listening. im too
fascinated by the broken cd
on my bedroom floor. amnesiacs
shattered edges glimmer in the
light of the screen saver of my
laptop. i put its pieces in the trash,
wishing i could be listening to it instead
of ok computer. but what would be
distracting me then? kid as scratched
surface under my bed?
im getting coffee with you again
and you have much to say. im
sorry im not listening. im much
too much distracted by the lack of
yellowandorange coasters at starbucks
and the fingerprints on the pastry case.
but tonight ill go home to my coffee rings
and shattered cds and wish i hadnt wasted
that precious moment in which you
had something important to say to me
or the time that exit music (for a film)
was playing and i didnt hear it
or the night that i missed my
favorite tv show.
i dont watch the tele all that much
Author's Note: inspired in part by frou frou and in part by radiohead.
and in part by my lack of a muse/desire to write anything.
Posted on 04/04/2005
Copyright © 2021 Lindsay Sanders
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Laura Doom on 04/08/05 at 07:35 PM|
Random but focused - delicious...tell me about distraction! & hail to the thief (of time :)
|Posted by Lauren Singer on 06/28/05 at 06:26 PM|
i really really like this. i feel like im living your life, all that radiohead, all that not listening, all that missing. very well done.
and yay for frou frou too. garden state now owns my soul.
|Posted by Melinda Sordino on 09/16/05 at 02:00 AM|
lovely work. so often i find myself drifting whilest friends tell me their lives... i can relate...