Poem: "Static"
Haven't written any poetry in a while, so *deep breath*:
STATIC
On the dirt road to a deserted cove, and the hot, stinging heat of the sun was bright and brilliant and fearless. The buzz of flies droned in and out of focus to our ears, and the tires of our beat up, beige truck banged along the potholes and tripped over the rocks underneath.
I wanted to talk with you then, but you were occupied with the radio. I wanted to break the knob off so you would listen.
But I didn’t, and I kept quiet, and I drove a little faster until the jarring of the uneven road was too much that you gave up and turned it off yourself.
Then there was only silence, and it was suffocating.
I wanted to hear you say those words, wanted to feel your voice scratch like sandpaper over my ears.
But you said nothing.
I turned on the radio and listened to static instead.
(c) Meixia Huang, 2/10/03
STATIC
On the dirt road to a deserted cove, and the hot, stinging heat of the sun was bright and brilliant and fearless. The buzz of flies droned in and out of focus to our ears, and the tires of our beat up, beige truck banged along the potholes and tripped over the rocks underneath.
I wanted to talk with you then, but you were occupied with the radio. I wanted to break the knob off so you would listen.
But I didn’t, and I kept quiet, and I drove a little faster until the jarring of the uneven road was too much that you gave up and turned it off yourself.
Then there was only silence, and it was suffocating.
I wanted to hear you say those words, wanted to feel your voice scratch like sandpaper over my ears.
But you said nothing.
I turned on the radio and listened to static instead.
(c) Meixia Huang, 2/10/03