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Tapes Fade

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 22, 2011 by dc

These recorded diaries
Of broken hearts
And intricate jokes,

The songs
Of drunken birds
At dawn,

The twitching hands
Of sleeping giants
Casting shadows
On our sketchy beginnings.

Two misshapen souls,
A plastered gash
And a loose bound book
Filled with
Teenage questions
And tears,

Never afraid
Of losing tags and moving maps
And letting loose things fall
When autumn called our names.

It’s darker now
And the leaves
Won’t hide our fears.

Kicking our heels
On coastlines of worry,
We sunk into the yesterday,

A snare drum
Rumbling towards silence,
The brittle sense
Of something near snapping,

A guessing game
Lost in reflections,

A million softly spoken words
Now smoke gruff semi-haloes,

The stained storyboard
Of an unfinished film.