Radio Transmissions


Just laid back and twisted on my mental
Twist a note and place it between my lips
Twisted into the shape of a paper horn

Water bubbling
Radio transmissions sounding
Turning my lips to the air
Succumbing to the seduction of the Sirens.

I tumble down.
Laughing at my awkward stumble.”

by malakhai jones

Excerpt from Chapter 2:  Geometry

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