literature

Sludge

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White noise - you - black noise - you -
grey - you - grey - you - grey -
you - noise - you - noise - you.

I remove my AKGs, and there is only you
and the ringing in my ears. The dark
battles the halogen for an easy win.
I remember everything. The air tastes
like your breath. My body beats our code.

There is the thought of you and the bruised knuckes,
dark nights and the singular cold of morning.
You and a drooling dog. You and a human being
named after a state. You, twisted metal, gas fumes
cracked windows, knives and my name, then
the way you didn't smile last time I saw you, and I knew
I had drawn all the wrong conclusions.
Then only you.

I watch the golden liquid swirling. I have all these golden plans.
They will pass the walls of silence, and the crying voices
will be quelled. I have drowned more voices than death itself.
Cars pass outside in the street, the noise is strangely soothing,
and I am glad that there is still life.

The twang of the dirty guitar echoes in my head, and I know
that it is time to sleep. I know that I will wake to clean notes,
some of them from you, and I will remember that I exist.
There is a grey X by your name. But it is meaningless.
It is the slavery of symbols.

In my dream I dismantle us, and you put us back together.
The result is an unexpected, stranger and stronger whole,
and my freaky little carnie lips are drawn into a smile.

When you hear the noise, I know you remember me.
I can always drown in a sea of distortion.
© 2012 - 2024 neonxaos
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archelyxs's avatar
A lovely symphony.