Dec 24, 2015
There is a broken TV in my ear an unsatisfied vacuum abandoned by an angry housewife a constant buzzing in my inner ear dizzying my inner voice this is a broken channel on repeat cheap hotel A.C. without room service maintenance My own speaking echoes every conversation rebounds as if I am an isolated singularity for the world is too loud only I can’t hear In my ear is the machinery of my skeleton revealing its rusty computer work friction needs lubrication this split mind chafes fire
