image borrowed from deviant art
Not Raving, but Frowning
Somewhere on the dial
my signal was strong.
Careless cooing,
first formed phrases.
Somewhere in the mix
my voice vanished.
Calls corrupted,
discourse dissed.
Somewhere on the surface
my notes, floating.
Words in the swell,
ideas limp, and soused.
Martin Hodges
Posted over on his site Square Sunshine
Listed as #9 over on Magpie Tales 100
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