Radio Station

Radio Station

I tuned in today to the noises
Of cries and screams and cursing voices
Mixing with background sound.

The remote control seems wrecked
Or perhaps it’s just a manufacture defect
But the volume crowds my ears.

Sing song voices of isolation
Hymning about desperation
On this track without salvation,
They reach out through broken speakers
In bedded in the unwritten lyric.
Which by the way is far too common.
Far too common.

So out of tune the music plays
A bitter tasting, shrilling symphony
Going ever on in the wrong key.

I’ll buy some plugs tomorrow
To block out this little town’s distress
In hope that it will effect me less.

Keep it out to keep me distanced
As I grab a pencil, jotting down words
Rewriting the music I’ve herd.

Sing song voices of isolation
Hymning about desperation
On this track without salvation,
They reach out through broken speakers
In bedded in the unwritten lyric.
Which by the way is far too common.
Far too common.

(you probably already figured out that this isn’t as much a poem as a song, right :))

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