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Black licorice spinning round

I look for you in books

on pages

In the residue of characters

lives and thoughts

In painted scenes

And in the incessant philosophy

of humankind

I see you in children’s faces

In my own actions

In half-chewed sentences

left hanging in the air

And in the creases of a memory

I listen

Searching for whispers

Of your lyrics

In the music of sounds

In the sounds of raindrops

the rhythms of longing

beating a path to my door

and in the silken black licorice grooves

An LP’s

Vinyl vibrations

echo pains

Long recorded

The piercing needle

Scratching out my story

Amplifying the pulsing sound waves

A cacophony of need

of lust

of love

-Vanessa Nix Anthony, 2007


Written by Rainee Squatch

September 23, 2010 at 6:03 am

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