11

eleven o'clock spills despair

all over our bedspread

we lie vertical,

parallel, steadfast

high definition images

bounce off windows

mirrors transmit

mini satellite feeds

across our universe

eyes, ears, souls

overstimulated,

thighs, shoulders

drenched in blue

we spoon into each other

anchored, weathering

this media storm electric

together

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Bill Yarrow, Apr 16, 2011

"electric / together"
Perfect.
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Marcus Speh, Apr 16, 2011

yes, beautiful. 11 being one of my favorite (smaller) numbers is a plus.

Sam Rasnake, Apr 16, 2011

What a marvelous ending -
"we spoon into each other
anchored, weathering
this media storm electric
together"
Great piece, Rene.

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