is this what your voice is voice is a teardrop in the space where a puddle should be
television static you know I’ve tried to get a picture to form
shapes and colours and delicious sound but still only on the screen
moving talking a time that isn’t now I want you present with your mouth
breathing out words I can swallow a real wrist arm elbow real clock
real time
Written: December 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.