Static

Photo taken by Thomas, in his bedroom, January 2019. Image Description: Thomas stands shirtless in a pair of black, white, and red underwear. He leans to one side and looks down at his dangling arm. His top surgery scars trace thin, pink smiles across his chest.

Photo taken by Thomas, in his bedroom, January 2019. Image Description: Thomas stands shirtless in a pair of black, white, and red underwear. He leans to one side and looks down at his dangling arm. His top surgery scars trace thin, pink smiles across his chest.


Pain is a swift runner

It’s a race you can’t win

Give in

Feel it..feel it.........feeeel it

No

It’s not the signal of your failure - your defeat

It’s the signal of your survival - your sizzle

Sizzling in your veins..thick, red waves

Sizzling in your lungs..soft, delicate billows

Sizzling in your eyes..wet, salty raindrops

Sizzz..zzzz...zzling in your eardrums

the feedback

the rustling leaves of your autumn mind

Crackling static..

pulsing in your deepest caverns..

flooding your driest deserts..

vibrating your thunder clouds..

earthly, quivering, flushed, reckless, painful

being

 

“Static” -//- (version.001, January 30, 2019)


(Poems are routinely updated and each version is cataloged. Keep coming back to watch how the new versions grow over time.)

Thomas Reeve