Erasure poem (#2)

Among the secrecy of music
The trouble went on, lightly
Glance upwards and
Fumble For Words
Tell a story to pass on to the next still heart.
Good lord,
The last few hours fled, eagerly
Enthusiasms that betrayed this moment
Turn back to the deep, resonant tones and rippling notes
Don't you want to know the words?
The confusion that was overwhelming her, numbing her senses:
The circle of light
Glimpse the quizzical eyes.

Schizometric Writing #1

Starting NOW: Dust in the air cold air Can’t wait til tomorrow >< STANDS FOR HURLEY stupid logo fucking symbols Sandals STENO, toxic YELLOW Torn tore page out Dark room Breathe again DARK-ROOM closet Waiting waiting WAIT FOR ME No, don’t never mind! Flash batteries mind always running ALWAYS RUNNING and yet (and yet) ‘have yet,’ not ‘am yet’ grammatical errors couldn’t care less APOSTROPHY (sic) E that felt good to say unnecessary running ALWAYS RUNNING out of time squiggles where did he go in skinny letters Where am I going need want have MORE TIME broken, it’s okay.
There’s always tomorrow (with one m and two rs).

Voice

My voice.
When do I use my voice?
I use it to laugh
Or to cry
Usually to laugh.
And say “I love you,”

Often
I don’t use my voice at all.

Silence.
It’s not always useful.
I tend to use it when I don’t
Feel the least bit
Useful.
Like I have nothing to say.
When I'm too scared
To use My voice.