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dead batteries

Posted to Action Poetry

i turned on my walkman
& the batteries were
dead again, happens to
me all the time, i had the
headphones on & everything,
fumbling with buttons &
knobs, like a brastrap
& panties i can't seem to
get these things to go
where i want them to,
blank silence, like the
echo of an unspoken word,
i like the sound of this,
the opposite of orgasms
nothingness as far as
the eye can hear, but
oh i love imagining how
you would sound when
you sing to me, you
with your bratty band
in the ovals of my ears

-- markk