Radio

Tears over the radio
Wipe them away
From the serrated
Surface of the
Portable stereo
It’s cute
The sound’s ok
Cassette tapes
Make noises
As they play
Spooling
Through
Tiny scrapes on
Magnetic
Particulate

Arranged

Fell off my bike
& scraped my
Knee that day

I don’t love to
Talk about
Blood in
My poetry

Although
Sometimes
It comes up
You know?
Sometimes
Things
Come up
You know?

When the
Ball falls
Down again
1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8 9 10

All the cards
Laid out on
The table
I can see 
My entire
Life through
Them

The fool
Ace of wands
3 of swords
4 of hearts

Hearts
Hearts
Hearts

Beating
Heart
Restarts

Arrhythmic
Charts

What
A way
To reach
Out

Imagine
Thinking
You can
Buy abuse

I cried just
Thinking
About it
Because
The thing is
They really
Do

& then they
Don’t even
Come through

Well you know
You know
You know
You do

You know
You know
You know
Everything
You need to

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for day 24 of a month of poetry 2021. A consciousness stream.


Featured image by Steve Johnson from Unsplash


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