Tune in, drop out
A media poem
Transmitting continuously
a pirate station,
jammed by overpowering neighbors,
obnoxious broadcasters,
but the signal faintly persists —
stronger when you are near.
With fine adjustments
you focus your attention,
sinusoidal waves
resonate through your antenna —
you hear yourself,
as the noise fades away.
This was the original, “wavy” version. Below is the traditional formatted version. I wondered if the wavy version would work, I didn’t feel super convinced but thought, hey why not go for it.
Which resonates more with you?
Transmitting continuously
a pirate station,
jammed by overpowering neighbors,
obnoxious broadcasters,
but the signal faintly persists —
stronger when you are near.
With fine adjustments
you focus your attention,
sinusoidal waves
resonate through your antenna —
you hear yourself,
as the noise fades away.


Keep doing what feels right to you! When reading this I felt "Cutting through all the bullshit and finding who I really am"
The format of the piece helps me feel the internal distortion. It's like I am trying to complete a thought that refuses to make sense of itself.