Distant Transmission

Distant Transmission

Thumping intensity
wrenches your heart
on every drumbeat.

Screaming sounds
and off-color mounds of hair
drift in and out of time.

The announcers voice was exaggerated.
Barmaids cigarette wrapped
suffocating from foul intake
and dodging testosterone glazed glances.

Loneliness gathers around your heels as you sit,
pulling you into semi-consciousness
The menagerie of voices remain in your head
until they are lured away by silent flickering images.

Let your spirit slip out of the mayhem
across the gravel littered parking lot
follow the brook.

Please, take my jeweled broadsword
and journey into the dark forest.
We will meet near the Palace of the Sun.

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