poker face - from the static plastic blinds
Floating in the cities pressure currents, small, free and alive.
Absorbing my static chair, getting static stuck.
Buttons burn my skin,
snap crackle pop they’re electric.
The Joker floats in my windows reflection. I giggle, sound always brings a smile.
absorb the rhythm of a friends eyes, energy from their nails,
PUT YOUR HANDS UP TOO
A respectful doctor wouldn’t click their static plastic pen at a patient, wouldn’t distrust or hate - I absorb that too.
is he malicious? - because he is aware.
White truck every time I look up
sweet heart your sound “they’re” going to take you away.
If I knew then, what I know now.
”they” don’t know what causes it?
Magnetic Uniforms floating me off my sixth floor balcony -
Skinny swollen legs and all? Your lucky there’s still a bit of light in your eyes, we all know the t.v. is sentient and alive, communist machine.
just don’t hold your tongue
your hands curl to a beautiful hook through time, one day you’ll float again with sound
~ just stay kind~
To my core, sounds love
Sound - your voice and my eyes
cloud of sound