Tagged: bells

three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save
.
20170417:0050
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sunday morning, off

at any given

at any given
moment, the
elevator chimes
may start playing
ping pong
so smoothly
that someone will stop
to listen
and forget
to referee the two
harmonious
pitches
careening
up
and down
the spaces in between
.
20100714:2024
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