Tonight's Poet Corner: All the Noise
All the Noise
by Belinda Roddie
The crackling crunch of fireworks
as the asphalt splits beneath my shoes. The
bubbling cider down my gullet
on a dry, dry New Year's Eve.
These old acquaintances are forgot
and never brought to mind. They leave
words in my head like drums, the percussion
repeating as endlessly as the DJs'
screech of bass blasts. Cacophony,
insanity, the beginning of the same.
by Belinda Roddie
The crackling crunch of fireworks
as the asphalt splits beneath my shoes. The
bubbling cider down my gullet
on a dry, dry New Year's Eve.
These old acquaintances are forgot
and never brought to mind. They leave
words in my head like drums, the percussion
repeating as endlessly as the DJs'
screech of bass blasts. Cacophony,
insanity, the beginning of the same.
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