Headphones

The machine gun in your headphones
Drums a palpatation beat-
I wonder if your own heart is the same-
Tripped until there’s
Violence in its running
A beating of a palisade
And every thought is like a
Rock skipped over water-
Smacked until you sink

Categories: Poetry

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