Shall I push this in, this tip of a pen into this hole,

a hard reset

My world is white,
and lit
Off beat, and off color
humming off key,

screen flickers

harmonies of the matrimonial
lately have been scarce, so we blood let
in a ceremonial way,
sharing our selves
with each other,
in alternating refrain

power's out

so
our chorus is Night
suddenly coming on,
but slowly growing magnificent

the notes are lost in shadows
and reflected from pavement moonlight

I can't figure the science,
so don't ask for an explanation
please

eyes, ears

but spoiled,
they
grow accustomed
to the costumes we put upon our
surroundings

afterwards,
we listen to pipes crying and sighing
with water pressure, and travels of
the corvettes out late,
with owners rushing toward sleep
or away from it,

powered down
our hearts, and our breath

and maybe the computers
alive around us, and everywhere now
will
also gain us for an audience,
albeit sleepy
and nodding off

along
with the cat calling,
purring
from the foot of the bed

Once upon a time,
this activity
of singing
left a stain,

couldn't have been more permanent,
if it had been left in ink

couldn't have been better written,
if it was illustrated
with pen

on the first try
by madness himself,
by the inmates running the asylum
like a glee club,
clubbing to death
those who refuse
to be

I'm mad at these keys that keep
hanging,
breaking

But I, shall I mention it,

am here, still wishing to sing,

despite my partner in the duet
retiring early

dreaming of the colours that words have
when they're spoken aloud

my god, it takes forever

i have christmas carols upon my breath

and it's barely autumn
with so many days left

til I'm reborn to relearn
the tune
again,

next year,
I hope to seize the day,
and spend an hour
using my minutes
wisely
listening
instead of
pushing to speak
my second hand
ideas first
before
the simple
greetings are over

maybe I'll take a turn for the worse or better,
carefully tune,
and think it through

Strumming my fingers along,
should probably
turn off,
then turn on

Does it work?

Try it,
and see

the world go black.

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Enjoyed this--like the progression--the imagery--reads easily, well done. JFC
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well conveyed ideas, cool poem.
pm
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thanx. sorry, i got sucked into solo critique 1 for a small eternity.
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