I like radio a bit but
my ears have grown now
too enormous for my head
So many voices talk talk talking
music ideas tragic reality
history comedy mesmerizery
I dream awake these gashes
strike me deep distract my
weak tumultuous life flow leaking
Play me my radio calls
when I shuffle from to room
No resistance
I do comply
I am a voyeur now camouflaged
by tossaway old closet clothes
Am I enlightened or encased
Maybe it’s time I seek out some
other signals on the dial