the sidewalk hums
like a broken amp
left on overnight
in someone else's dream
i walk through
graffiti-thoughts
and half-lit diners
where the coffee tastes
like old vinyl
someone’s shouting
about revolution
but it sounds like
a dial-up modem
trying to connect
to god
my hands are
paperbacks
dog-eared and
underlined
by strangers
who never finished
the chapter
there’s a girl
with a cigarette
and a cassette player
taped to her ribs
she says
“noise is holy”
and i believe her
because silence
feels like
a betrayal
the moon
is just a streetlamp
with delusions
of grandeur
and i
am just
a static channel
between
stations
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
the sidewalk hums
like a broken amp
left on overnight
in someone else's dream
i walk through
graffiti-thoughts
and half-lit diners
where the coffee tastes
like old vinyl
someone’s shouting
about revolution
but it sounds like
a dial-up modem
trying to connect
to god
my hands are
paperbacks
dog-eared and
underlined
by strangers
who never finished
the chapter
there’s a girl
with a cigarette
and a cassette player
taped to her ribs
she says
“noise is holy”
and i believe her
because silence
feels like
a betrayal
the moon
is just a streetlamp
with delusions
of grandeur
and i
am just
a static channel
between
stations
