[DIARY] A Slice of April Fourth

and so on april fourth,
I’m still sitting on the stagnant chair
reveling in my own reveries.

notebooks scattered on the desk,
two computer screens come to life,
I play the most conflicted music I have,
a raging storm between metal and jazz.

Broken rhythms shudder my bones.
From the cracks, alienation seeps out.
I harvest its essence into my quill.
It culminates in writing this final line.

04/04/2016 © Waseem Sherif

 

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