Silent Friends ghost in the ether of plasma screens; when the phone line breaks down, ‘send a report online’. The silence fills the space where human contact once was. I see a vast ocean of silent friends coming, friends that only come when you turn the electricity on. The TV box tries to break that unholy silence but, the only…
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Thoughts That Shine No Torch for Tomorrow
(Written For All Those On Dylan’s “Speechless Seeking Trails” ** ) LEAVES LITTER THE WAY OF THE WOODLAND PATH, SILENCE IS HUNG LIKE A COBWEB IN THE THICKENING TWILIGHT, OVERHEAD BIRDS SING LIKE A PERFECTLY ORDERED CHOIR, AND LEAF MOULD LAUGHS AS I SLIP AND SLIDE MY WAY….. TO THE GARDEN OF WILD HAPHAZARD FREEDOM I YEARN TO GO, TO…