Riding the Invisible Wave


I lie back, letting the waves lap over me,

Picture my face.

It isn’t that of blissful sun burning happiness,

on a sandy shore, where my reportedly pretentious views outnumber the grains.


It is in my own home.

Wi-Fi waves.

And the muted radio waves back,

As I do my best to absorb them and the smartphone

Isn’t smart enough, dishing out the pocket-cancer radiation

If you listen closely..

You’ll hear fuck all.

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