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the ex is stone silent (but the dialtone rings loud as...)
by Rachelle HoweCracking my shin on the mahogany desk,
I stumble forward in my four wall prison,
listening to the ringring in eardrums
threatening to quakeshake and tremble.
Spinspinspining, the room wafts and tumbles,
shakesshimmiesandrolls downdown
beneath my feet, my hands, and I am
drowning in the fermented dance, the
one where my bread limbs are sprawled
sprayedsplayed and I am
wandering through the distance that I
no, wait, I can't find the white light, can't find the
end of the tunnel can't find a way out
can't find the door that'll release me from this labyrinth.
I'm still swimming
deliciously bent in bloody satire,
left as an idol careened across your altar,
idly wondering whether or not you're
going to call back but later
I just hear the sound of the dial tone
from the receiver that I forgot
to put back on the cradle.
02/27/2007 Author's Note: the ex is stone silent but the dial tone rings loud as hell is the full title but i wasn't sure if i could have "hell" in the title on the main page.
Posted on 02/28/2007
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/28/07 at 01:27 PM me like too and for much the same reasons as Reggie, though his is more eloquent than i. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/07 at 06:51 PM you probably could have. either way, nicely done. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/11/07 at 06:45 PM From grave to cradle, the product of dual incarnations - and it sucks...sucks my brain and liquidises my senses. The nacreous preserve, but with intoxicating finesse - liposeduction... |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/24/07 at 02:06 AM Yeah, I hear that dialtone. It's the one that comes when a beloved friend hasn't called, right? Miss you, babe. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/13/07 at 09:07 PM This poem is awesome.... another reason why I enjoy this site.... well done!!! |
| Posted by Anastasia Selby on 10/22/08 at 06:12 PM um...mindblowingly beautiful. |
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