Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

translations weren't lost
misplaced like car keys
that would have meant
communication was there
to begin with
which...... oh well, I'm sure
I need not bore you
with the details except
to say it was often similar

to slowly dragging fingernails
across an amplified chalkboard
all those tiny embedded
spy microphones
picking up every screeching
sentence, the semantic
oration so clearly captured
if painful posterity is your thing,

who would take the hill ?
it was so close sometimes
but in the end as she crawled up
her outstretched hand groping
to stake out the peak
she accidentally kicked me
in the face with her boot
really hard.....
did I mention it was my face?

engaging poem.

ow and you still had to land hopefully not on your face too
really like the amplified chalkboard line