Deep in the echo chamber
lost in my world
car stereo
blaring
Last night’s lasagna
rears up my throat
all acid-washed
bilious resentment
Traffic traffic traffic
isolated en masse
nose to tail
sardine cans
She’s next to him
is next to her
is next to
them
None of us
connecting
impact resistant
window glass
Furious guitars
cascading bass
clattering drums
drowning
On my phone
more of the same
the echo chamber
extends
High above
messages of love
messages of hate
paid in full
Hollow
promises
lies
propaganda
My echo chamber
echoes
echoes
echoes
While I refuse
anyone in
anything out
sealed tight
Waiting
for the traffic
to move
waiting
Waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
From the prompt: “Billboards blinked their messages to no one in particular.”
Leave me a prompt and I’ll write you a little something 🙂
