Transmitter by Richard Trotter In the dark, the pulse of the ever present blinking their sly tale as I walk on dull metal plates. The static of memory backfires in the silver city, but the chrome mind ponders rewarding me with silence. Its time I took a weapon to smash open it's casing end its surge of anguish make it echo in sparks. 12/25/2003 Posted on 10/26/2006 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)