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A Red Tie Awakening
by Jared OrlandoThe faintest whispers
Outside my bedroom door
And I’ve been chain-smoking all morning
Since the sun glinted into my window frame
The woman still shuffling in her dreams
And this silk-walled room
And these tightly-fitted suits
And those manicured garderns
And the premeditated notes
And the access to the triggers
And the sleepless guard at my side
All mirror the state I’m in
It’s all… fabrication
With crowds that expect meaning
Threehundredandsixtyfivedaysayear
And all I can do is tap this pen
Against my temples, hoping
That an answer comes from the silence
Because I’ve thought enough to amount for
A whole country’s intelligence
If only these silhouettes of past
Would call out to me by name
And with their carefully painted fingers
Just show me the way
06/08/2010 Posted on 06/08/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/08/10 at 10:48 PM Find a used bookstore, preferably one with a basement, close your eyes, inhale, pick a book, and go back in time...sometimes the ghosts will help you -sometimes, it's up to you to do the haunting. |
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