Monday, September 21, 2015

prose poem 19 | feelings while watching Brody Dalle on youtube

I stare into her eyes and try to see the person behind them, but too much time and distance and too many lenses and screens separate these moments. She can’t look back at me and (probably) never will. I can hear her words, wherein she makes visible old scars and (probably) still-festering wounds; words that are a beacon and searchlight trained upon us both.

The keyboard stutters in its clacking even as the moment I failed to capture slips further into the voided oblivion.

[I cheated. This one was written yesterday. Suck It! rules I made for myself.]

[An exception to the (c) notice at the bottom must be made for this video. Pretty obviously not my IP.]

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