A little something I penned nearly 20 years ago….
I lie in bed… feeling as if part of a Pink Floyd song.
Ghostly sounds of the freeway pulsate, filling my ears with wails and cries from wheels and sirens.
The announcement of a rooster acutes the upper register, while groans from a slumbering grandmother warble through at mid-range.
A creak here and there from a tired old house and an exhausted water heater add to the wild rhythm of song.
At least there are no voices, only images.
Written 2-20-1995, 5:33am
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