My father is listening
By the_book_fetish
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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My father is listening?
in silence with
fingertips
to palms.
Late night frequencies
slip through his
fingers
and rest.
Outside
the world is pinpricked
with streams of tungsten
orange. Toad spawn laid
through liquid skies
separated by
clear vision.
A rift of Wishbone
Ash escapes from
behind his eyes
as
his reflection
gazes
in.
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