More in Synapse: Michael Mission Harris
Like rainbows go black
Christening a new typewriter
Test. THIS IS ONLY A TESTAMENT. A testament to my technical proficience. Take my heart. Feed it to the hungry. Take my mind. Feed it to the grieving. Lead my hands to slaughter the most wicked and the ignorant. I am
revenge.
Test
You stole the records, i stole your words
You spoke an SOS in Braille,
the smoke that fell deafest on
my telephone ear.
We dragged our own nails and no one else
and no one reads in semaphore
Tin can phone lines are so frail
and childish.
You read so needyXXXXXXXXX and yourX lies
don’t hide.
Oh, Desper, who remembers your name?
like torn and faded flags, like the ribbon
of this machine your crude story fades
Like rainbows go black
you’re cracked, undone
a leaking lamplight,
a deadXXXXXXXXXX light on a derelict ship
- Mike Tousignant
Life as it's found.
on Dec. 3 2009
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