After work
I come home from a
half hour bike ride;
I don't count
the miles,
why bother?
As I place my bike
against the bookshelf
I have yet to organize
I overhear people
in the kitchen;
loud like the engines
of trains on a sunny
day in Arkansas
They're talking
about *****
the tips
of *****
nuts;
blurry waves
of cosmic notes
against the sheets
of empty space
This is what we do
with noise when
our brains
fill to the brim
with symbols,
concepts, ideas
and worries
Do we have
real control over
our tongues?
How they click
and cluck; lash
like bullwhips
against the back
our teeth
As though
they are in a hurry
to get our mouths
to turn the
thoughts into
daggers;
sling them wherever
and hope they
hit a target;
any target will do
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
After work
I come home from a
half hour bike ride;
I don't count
the miles,
why bother?
As I place my bike
against the bookshelf
I have yet to organize
I overhear people
in the kitchen;
loud like the engines
of trains on a sunny
day in Arkansas
They're talking
about *****
the tips
of *****
nuts;
blurry waves
of cosmic notes
against the sheets
of empty space
This is what we do
with noise when
our brains
fill to the brim
with symbols,
concepts, ideas
and worries
Do we have
real control over
our tongues?
How they click
and cluck; lash
like bullwhips
against the back
our teeth
As though
they are in a hurry
to get our mouths
to turn the
thoughts into
daggers;
sling them wherever
and hope they
hit a target;
any target will do
