I Feel Stereophonic
you open your mouth in another room & music plays the door closes this is exactly how I want it I'm sorry that I'm only one planet all that I know seems like an accident me throwing darts at a board I can't see I feel discovered then undiscovered human then something different there is music in this room too there are ghosts & clouds in the dark so close the door quietly tell me again how memory is just a necessary fiction I'm so superstitious I aim my tape recorder at everything I don't want to forget what I mean is: my priorities are misaligned Nicholas Bon lives in Tallahassee and edits Epigraph Magazine. Their chapbook, My Circus Mouth, is forthcoming from Ghost City Press, and recent poems can be found in Yes Poetry, (b)OINK, Dream Pop Journal, and elsewhere. Visit them online at nicholasbon.com or on twitter @1000000horses. |