Thom Yorke sings to me while I sleep
His voice cascades up and down the harmonic scale
falcetto, cresendo, Mozart, Bach, Raiohead
The light from the screen flickers
A black and white indie film about what?
Math. let's watch it
The harsh white bounces off the walls in the darkened room
The grainy black soaks into the inky darkness of the den
I wish I could do that
I wish I could articulate my thoughts into beautiful phrases and prose
for you
for you to read the books I cannot write
for you to hear the songs I cannot sing
John Popper plays the harmonica while I am awake
He slides the riffs, and hums the chords
and in general makes my day better
Though not as better as you make it
I hope my life is long
It will be
Good
Now don't hesitate to press return, like Max did
-Cameron White
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