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The Web Poetry Corner - Brbadpenny - Motionless With Louise (tonight only radios speak)

Motionless With Louise (tonight only radios speak)

by

Brbadpenny

Under porch lights I can barely see people I used to know.
Maybe on park benches, scattered under trees, upon hoods of cars.
Louise used to say that radios created boredom.
I always agreed.
"Still something must be done about this music," a voice
would say somewhere from the middle of another crowd.
The station would heroically be changed.
Conversations and farewells never stopped us from complaining. Louise always complained.

Friends would wander by with girls who were either spoken for or didn't care. Nobody cared.
Louise would say that last night more people came around,
leaving the after thought that she felt tonight was not as good.
I listened to the song that played on the radio, not
realizing that years later whenever that song played again my mind would immediately go back to that night when we sat on that car and stared into the porch lights.
My maroon '74 Mercury. "Late For The Sky."

Now I listen to that same song with someone who only sounds like Louise. Almost looks like Louise. And who I barely know or talk to anymore.
"Can't anything be done about that music," my wife says somewhere from the middle of another world.
I heroically change the station.
My grey life. "Late For The Sky."
I imagine Louise sitting on the hood of my car. She leans forward and while lighting a cigarette she says, "radios
create boredom." Of course I would always agree.

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