Note to Self By Lekan Alesh

Note to Self

there's a city of silicon and processed ore five miles away
its men glow of electric pulse
and have a particular accent the stuff of god

you see it from your doorpost each time someone breaks
your heart or beat it so hard it drums cracked choruses

perhaps it's all in your head:

the music of rejection
on a certain stage
streaming/screaming

the rugged love made of copper
twist, turn, and fold into sad stories but never break

perhaps love is the song
two crackling wires hum
while unassuming cables
burn away

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Lekan Alesh is founding editor at the Electronic Pamphlet. His poems were recently published by Philosophical Idiot, Event Horizon, Smeuse Poetry, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, and Ann Arbor Review. He tweets @IM_alesh

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