The V poem.

Vertigo angel

The resonant hum of her voice
with its sloping, snaggletooth waveform
guides me toward her path

Why do I distrust the signal?

Because I cannot see distances so far
nor scale peaks so high

though I am no stranger to the cheap seats

She has done nothing to me
beyond making me feel
that I could be worthy—

reason enough to doubt her motives
or my own

The ascending chords pique my interest
I cannot help but sing along
and take her words to heart

But the resonant hum of her voice
with its sloping, snaggletooth waveform
dissolves in the static

until I can no longer trust my interpretation
of what she is trying to say

She leaves me
too flustered to think

(22 November 2016)