My voice drones on until I cannot hear it
\nexcept as a clicking on the desert sand<\/p>\n
these faces are part of a vast mirage
\nwaiting at the edges of this dream in which I read<\/p>\n
my voice drones on until I cannot stand it
\nexcept as the prop that keeps me spinning
\nin this dimension this room this inquisition<\/p>\n
the man in the front row yawns, glazes over
\nwhere has all my wit flown where has the
\nclever page gone it is so wretchedly empty
\nhis eyes have retreated into his brain
\nlooking for garbage or worse anything but this
\nfear of death by boredom crosses on slow camel before him<\/p>\n
I recite the\u00a0 words backwards they are so interesting backwards
\nlisten listen to the words backwards
\nI am reading drivel to my peers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My voice drones on until I cannot hear it except as a clicking on the desert sand these faces are part of a vast mirage waiting at the edges of this dream in which I read my voice drones on … Continue reading