Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, March 07, 2005

Dead Air

Silent sibillance of static.
Sounding spaces swimming
in a swelling snowy soup.

A sharp gushing sheet of noise,
crashing shower,shifting shapes,
crushing signal in a rush of destruction.

1 Comments:

  • At 7:26 PM, Anonymous Plate-Head Schizocat said…

    is this anything like the previous poem: do I need a Navajo code talker to decipher, or is there a subliminal satanic message that emerges only by reading the poem upside down and backwards on alternate Tuesdays?

     

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