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Francie Lynch Jan 2018
I've stood in the lobbies,
Drinking crap coffees,
In churches, schools and theaters.
There's mingling talk of the topic
Involving a paradigm shift,
A segue too smooth to resist.
A new diagnostic, a new way that's better,
Although the old one's not gathered dust yet.
A new guideline, a revised playbook,
An updated prayer book,
An all new look, an all newer look;
And the newest look's coming out next.
Closer to platonic perfection.

          I should feel slighted.
          Babies shouldn't rock sideways.
          Bacon tastes good, is good.
          The surgery is booked.
          The schools are over-cooked.


The dais is lit. The crowd shuffles to sit,
The auditorium dims, we're all in,
And everyone knows the speaker by name.
Cedric Feb 2017
Music* flowing, drowning and filling up empty hearts.
Sometimes we laugh, then cry tears in quarts.
Like the internal structures of a speaker,
To the beat of the sound, it makes us unstable and quiver.

Resounding and struggling, it sings anthems not it's own.
As the bass line keeps on sounding, so does it's thrashing.
A violent shake of waves that flow within us, making us groan.
The beat of the speaker's anthem for broken hearts, bursting.

Choruses and verses that relate to stimulate the soul.
Interludes filled with emotions making us fall.
This speaker that keeps on resounding and transmitting,
Is making me burst out my feelings as if I was dying.

Numerous emotions and various songs,
Of different genre's and feelings conveyed,
Are heard through this persecuted speaker,
Beaten down and thrashed, broken, scattered.

This speaker that speaks sounds not of it's own,
Is trying to convey genuine emotions...

I'm trying to speak yet no words come out,
I try to express it yet it comes out scratched.
As if I'm a broken speaker, I was out of whack.
**You borrowed my speakers and I lost my voice.
Not a single day passes that I don't use my speakers and listen to music. Not a single day passes that I don't daydream about you too.
She turned on her speakers
And listened to her anthology
Of lovers sing through the air

— The End —