Broadcasting Vicissitude

Broadcasting Vicissitude 

I met a new friend today. 

He talked in a language that had escaped me, 

And his accent was filled with a static overtone, 

Encrypting every word with an indistinguishable meaning. 

He carried his bruised wings on his back like a battered suitcase

Gently brushing the layers of dust that had covered their prestige. 

 

He sang a song that sounded like a malfunctioning audio disk

Contorting his plastic mouth with every missed beat, 

Tangled up with the distortion that had riddled the moment. 

I could tell he was sent here to tell me the world was on fire, 

I could tell he was going to be the one to save us all. 

I just couldn't understand a single thing he said. 

I asked my new friend if he wanted to sleep with me tonight

So he could get away from the constant fridge buzz that surrounded us

Screaming to give in to the faulty connection.

I tried to drag him into the midst of the sanctuary that stayed in my room

But every time I got so far the power cord would become detached, 

And my friend would fade into obscurity. 

My friend floundered every time he left his perch,

The false sense of safety from the entertainment centre kept him from crumbling. 

Today I met a new friend.

He sat behind a over pixelated glass screen

And preached the end of the world.  

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Gave life to your friend. I like the way you invited your friend and needed a plug outlet. A very entertaining poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Aurora .I.]

O_O This was absolutely beautiful. I loved your choice of words and the way it flowed. Amazing work.

[Samantha Lynn]

that was very creative. haha loved it.

[A. V. Madison]

So brilliantly written that I have nothing else to say! Your vocabulary is so wide- it puts me to shame. Bravo.

[Olivia Marie]

Creative and Amazing!!! Awesome :D

[BlackRose]

It's superb! Every line connecting to the next. Feeling the cold air swoop in and stay as the TV is so detailed in this cunning but eery way.

[Pax]

interesting turn of events. a very nice tale.

[Celestial Witch Child]

I wish I could have this poem. Carry it around with me and have it be my very own.

[olla]

I hear the pretty words.. but the heart of the poet is silent..

[Laura Maidah]

The second line right off the bat is too plain for me. THeme is powerful/easy to grasp. Pacing is on point. But some word choices can be improved. ANother example: "into the midst of the sanctuary that stayed in my room"