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[2015] White Noise
I scream;
larynx tearing at the seam
Trying to shout;
only choked warblings come out
I dream;
nightmarish world crowding all about
Me?
Will I wake up?
Unsettling, doubt
creeps into this ...
dome
Sad place you call,
Home
where playground grass
never is growing;
an artificial turf untouched
by children in to-ing and fro-ing
Quothing, the Raven sings
crowing his Edgar Allen Poe-ing
upon entering the Story Space
and bursts into flame -
shrieking
shriking
plummeting to the ground---
charred beak, singed feathers
landing upon my face
White Noise;
deadly radius of superficial static
while locked away in dusty attic:
vibration unvocalized into words
White Noise;
spiraling down from the sky
lame magpied fried---
scorched scores of dying blackbirds
I fail to scream
This is where sonnetry goes to die!
Can't shout
Where lyricality commits suicide!
Trapped inside
youth crying to be let out
bloodying their crippled fists
against rusty hinged attic doors
Through cobwebbed keyholes
wild eyed blind boys peep
while the pigeon-toed deaf girls
weep
White Noise!
Where the locals can be heard
discouraging poetry from being
put forth into word
broadcast as song
pretending life is normal
as if nothing is wrong
all along
going about their lives
chanting
White Noise
Impenetrable is the sound barrier
White Noise
Downing any feathered message carrier
White Noise
Death to each and every dirty bird
White Noise
Drowning out the ugly truths
desperate to be seen and heard
White Noise
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