Bored on Father's day

I had some free time this morning and decided to take one of my favorite quotes and paste it on some polaroid-ish picture. Kundera is the man.

Poetry?

Totally written in a Richard Brautigan style.

Not sure if I really like this or not, but I'll throw it up here just because it' s been so long.

Noise

What happened to whispers? 

Slight permutations in the air,

imperceptible syllables dripping 

off of lips,

words hiding in the spaces between 

you

                           and

 me.