just black and white noise

and here it is
on the front door step
on the other side of the screen

yesterday has arrived
with the newspaper
     in black and white noise

the discomfort of contentment
           did give birth to this

and my contractions,
they bore their purpose
even in the absence of the inebriation
of an Icarus myth in action

and here i was
believing
it would never come
…never become a yesterday

that i would remain
in a collapsed lung of a day
when a sky fell to an earth;
an aerial membrane meeting an earthen membrane
their deflated tissues giving way
resting on each other
like someone else’s love
on top of someone else’s lover

and the two touched
who were never supposed to meet
much less
touch
...like that

punctured and drained
of their obligatory atmospheric pressure
they came
...together


and i couldn't breathe


and i believed...
i couldn’t bear it

but today
that is news.

a story
 already told.

and sitting on the front porch
with the newspaper
it is written
and old
and just
...black and white noise




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