What follows is my first attempt at an interconnected poetry cycle
about a radio DJ contemplating suicide during his station's farewell
broadcast. As per a friend's plea it ends happy. I hope you enjoy it.
- C. Serret
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The Last Broadcast Cycle
17
Nov
The Last Broadcast
17
Nov
Part 1
It’s the last broadcast of a dying year
filled with strife and fear,
bloodshed and tears,
til this moment we’ve denied
what led us here
So we come to the broadcast
proclaiming the obvious
choking the positive
all the while urging the end
But we fail to see
the sweet and the lovely
the moments of calm
that make our moments, our lives
worthwhile
– C. Serret
Morning Static
17
Nov
Part 2
In my sleep I think I hear you speak but I can't make it out through the sound of breakfast It's just a half-remembered lullaby you never sung a distant memory you didn't want a part of It's morning static the fading signal of a lost station the white noise of waking Morning static the departure from dreams and the brief stop in wants but can't have the moment where I briefly believe that you cared for me
- C. Serret
Part 3
Turning the Dial
16
Nov
Part 3
I keep turning the dial Passing by women like a stuttering station, only staying long enough to catch their surface impression Yeah turning the dial, ending the song before it ends me never pausing, screw regretting But you got gorgeous eyes and a smile that seems to stick to me and my heart and I can't seem to find the knob So I'm turning with you, pausing in this moment finding that the world can fit in my arms finding I want to stay with you and this feeling that I don't want or need to turn the dial
-C. Serret
September Blitz
14
Nov
It was a September Blitz
and with tears in our eyes and ash on our tongue
we watched our world and our innocence,
burn in the shrapnel
Yeah a September Blitz
and for those who remember,
the sound and the thunder
we stayed changed,
frozen in a moment burned in flame
For those who hoped we would learn
that day never came and we watched it destroyed in the spiral of a plane
A September Blitz
a day of courage twisted to serve
a catalyst used for marching
not change, not unity
A September Blitz
a spreading fire of hate and mistrust
of tears and fear
But the young remember
the sound and the thunder
and with ash on our tongues
we strive to remember,
the flames and the fear
but also the hope,
the unending hope
rising from the smoke
C. Serret
Love Feels Like A Map I’ve Never Read Before
14
Nov
Tracing maps on your skin,
breathing you in
I count my stars
that I’ve found you
Tracing maps on your skin,
breathing you in
I count the ways I love you
Cliched or not,
I can’t escape this feeling
of destiny,
this feeling of instant sunshine
when I hold your smile with both hands
Tracing maps on your skin,
breathing you in
I don’t want to escape the feeling,
that you might stay
-C. Serret
I Want To Feel Free Again
14
Nov
I want to feel free again
Learn how to breathe again
so I’m back at this memory
running the car to nowhere
with the wind in our hair
We have nothing left to share
except to keep moving
with or without each other
live or die
But babe let’s keep moving
striving, reaching
So gun the car
let’s keep moving
bring us forward
no matter what’s ahead
We’ve got each other
even if we can’t believe it
-C. Serret
Shadows and Heartbeats
14
Nov
Hold me close a little longer Make these shadows seem a little warmer You don’t care, never did but let me pretend you do So hold me close a little longer, make me believe there’s more to life than shadows and heartbeats Let it seem like your heart can beat for me Help me believe there’s more to life, than shadows and heartbeats
-C. Serrett
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