Voiceless rhythms bounce and drop slip, slide across marble tops and under chairs, churning in the ash of charred cigarettes collapsed but still remain.
Shake the dust down stale dingy stairwells cracking at the seams with ripped rust rushing through trembling veins in shallow skin of lace and waste sour to the taste.
Falsettos a flailing feather fanning her fed neck and across the cheek, blooming below beaming eyes and brushed red lips cascading smoke dribbles from the nose.
Limp, lifeless, low tremors fade atop a sleeping stage stolen from absorbing orbs, an amber-orange glow spinning specks of reflecting abyss paling the pock-marked moon lune, dune, soon awoken swept away to somewhere new.
This poem was written as an assignment in my Intro to Poetry class. We were to write a sound-oriented poem with sonic energy, using certain words from a list given to us.