Tapped Out

Bones emptied
of any joy in words,
distal phalanges clatter
on computer keyboard
for the sake of the motion.

A bare framework
writes forgotten conversations
when the larynx is gone,
when the self
best serves as a wind chime.

This skeleton
holds together
without sinew.
He begins to believe
he’s typing himself

a new body
that’ll arrive any day now,
with a wiser brain,
with skin and muscle
that don’t dissolve in the rain.

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20 thoughts on “Tapped Out

  1. Outta my head Poet! The crap I’ve been throwing up lately while waiting for that new body to arrive is proof I feel your pain. You’ve got some stellar lines hear that will definitely stay with me…but my favorite…he begins to believe/he’s typing himself

  2. ‘a new body…with skin and muscle that don’t dissolve in the rain’ – these lines resonated right in my heart..emotive and memorable..thank you for sharing 🙂

  3. a new body
    that’ll arrive any day now,
    with a wiser brain,
    with skin and muscle

    This is a dig at us bloggers. I often ask myself. How come we can punch way at the key board for long hours. On reflection, I thought it’s just amazing to see we had written so many poems without realizing it! Wonderful thoughts!

    Hank

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