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dead signal but pulses alight
by Ryan Narceas the better lights bail
we grow fat in our better days
i reach specially through the phones
dead signal but pulses alight
the trap drums and the hymn of wroclai
end when i need them most
in the better days when the phones don’t work
but i am told in the next song to
let it fall apart
maybe we’ll fatten in the darkness
unable to touch but at least
unable to feel
05/23/2008 Posted on 05/11/2011
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kimberly Bauer on 05/11/11 at 11:02 PM Maybe we'll fatten in the darkness, love it! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/12/11 at 10:27 PM ... nice... welcome to Pathetic.... |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 07/29/11 at 07:00 PM Couldn't help myself - I had to upgrade the 'ratings' on this poem. I've read a few of your poems now and really like what you're doing Ryan. I'll be reading more. |
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