Tagged: noise

three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save
.
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because the walls and

because the walls and
ceiling are paper-thin,
there is evidence that
you and i were not so
still, gathering friction
between our teeth until
morning, for the
longer nights ahead
.
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so much pain and love

so much pain and love
goes into a real shouting
match – a lifetime spent

fueling each other can wake
even the neighbors, naturally
.
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6:53 a.m., an early

6:53 a.m., an early
bird attempts to break up
the droning of cicadas,
poking small holes into
morning’s purposeless
play –
6:57 a.m., the school
bus roars by, picking
up the pieces –
we are awake,
listening,
unlistening
.
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the first of september

the first of september
passes almost without
a sound, but
for the roar of
cicadas from
outside my
bedroom window,
handing off each
second, as if it were
the leader of the band
.
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leaning in ever

leaning in ever
so slightly over the pool
of cicada songs,

a ripple in the reflection,
an asynchronization
.
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periodically,

periodically,
the heart gets loosened, rattles
in the middle of

the night, to a mysterious
rhythm, waking everything
.
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