#948 - think of me as a radio station

 

11.viii.22

948

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think of me as a radio station

 

not so Joni Mitchell clean

I run on sugar and air

reception, the usual drugs and you

 

you and I

here when we are

not always here

 

sea for a solace

I’ll always be

lap up

 

fuzzy edges

when you twiddle the dial

now and then static burst

 

perhaps like parents

and now they’re not

 

like tune into the Romantics

the Han, the Tang, the Song

the modern Europeans

 

you can turn it off

block your ears

but the radio’s still there

 

vast collection of voices

 

air is full of those waves

 

invisible

even to many who look

 

that’s just the way I am

 

the one behind the curtain

pay no attention

to what the dog reveals

 

think of me as a philosophy

the air made pure with just listening

 

silence is my death

 

please tune in any time