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Static Street
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Bart Edelman 51 Static Street Enveloped by the racket And constant blare Of sound gone bad, We live, nowadays— On Static Street— In a tin plate house Where silence refuses to pay Even a holiday visit. Amid the din and clatter We spin drearily Over familiar territory, Fraught with the buzz That comes from being stung One too many times. And the sheer frequency With which we distort The truth, as we know it, Plays on a shortwave band, So impossible to tune, Its signal resists everything But the clear channel Broadcasting our distress. ...