Oblong Orchestra

A room of
broken instruments makes
ultimate sense,
guitar necks hanging by
a single string.

Echoes of
their former
reverberation ring in my
ears, and I

I’m the
first to cling to the days
when music could
be reasoned with.

Either I’m getting
older or the
newest songs are treasonous.

Weren’t these our
ill- considered

A basement full
of dusted drums and muted dials
haunts us like the fallout
of a power surge.

The microphones have
lost their words, bass guitars
upturned and
the ghosts of those who played them
for a neighbourhood’s worth of noise complaints

When we were
young, all we ever
coveted was
being heard.

But like
anything on
this Earth too long,
eventually there comes day
evolution laps us,

and the
new life forms attack us for
being unevolved.

10 thoughts on “Oblong Orchestra

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s