Overcrowded by distortion
Endless pictures and voices
Inked thoughts take me away
Today, they said "your going to go far..."
Yet- traveling requires transportation
So I loop through modems and teleport.
Will I succeed? Who knows...
Notes written in invisible ink don't read.
Prisms refract and divide spectrum's
Still time marches on... a railed train.
As midnight strikes-
Click, clack. Fwiiiiiing ping bing.. BONGGGG
Two-dimensional silhouettes appear
The ghosts of the light catch flight.
Awesome imagery and sounds and well, this is excellent and I love that I can tell you wrote it, completely UL style. Quick question... is the first word "Overcrowed" or "Overcrowded"? I think it's a lovely mistake as far as creating a word for maybe another piece? Just guessing you meant "Overcrowded" based on the theme of the poem. Which, btw, also has kickass a kickass time/train metaphor!
Thank you . And yes it 'twas a typo. I've been typing without spell check on my comp for quite some time now and always forget to check it here before I post so it happens from time to time lol. The "Click, clack. Fwiiiiiing ping bing.. BONGGGG" was probably the best sound description I've ever written .
Which, btw, also has kickass a kickass time/train metaphor!
This was a cool slip too. It was like a time loop or hiccup.
Bravo Ulost. For one whom makes claim not to be able to write sounds of a distinct nature, you did a fantastic job here. 'The ghosts of light catch flight' is a most tailored ending.This makes for a very clever poem, one that makes me ask how far you went looping through modems. A visualization easily grasped after reading the first lines.
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