Submissions by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)

They put anode and cathode
on the rings of a tree.
Wires connecting to turntable,

         Speakers ON!

It made the music of the years
it grew, spinning....
and spinning in concentric circles

from one year to another.
Centuries of existence, traveling
through the sinusoidal sound waves.

And, I wonder if

I was cut the same,
what song my old bones
would sing?

I wake up lying on my back
with sunlight pouring down
on my face and the murmur of
the running water close by.
There is a brilliant ache
in my optic nerve
and a steady, painful throbbing
at the base of my skull.

I hear a distant thunder
of the approaching migraine.
So, I rolled on to sit upright
tucking my head between my knees.
The first heavy breaths felt like
someone has put a steel wedge
between my rib cage.
So, I groaned through the pain
and forced my eyes to open.
And they barely...