2015/02/18

My Voice on Tape

how it changes

when it’s up in my throat
it keeps me safe, guarding the entrance

and I sound like I’m keeping safe
some sort of mill grinding out
a voice

when I let it come down
it lives in my belly
knows what to do with all those
pipes and strings

someone I could get to like
might talk to


Dick Alderson (Western Australia)

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