"buzzzzzzzzzz" poems
Numbers tick down.
An idle buzzing.
A man speaking
but
no
words
come
out.
Muffled sounds from the other side of the room.
Running in circles
around what we really mean.
Perhaps if the buzzing would just...
STOP...
Outside people shuffle about like ants.
Preoccupied with the task at hand,
the ants carry an enormous weight
blindly
back to their queen.
"I'd like to-"
buzzzzzzzzzz
"Start with-"
buzzzzzzzzzz
ENOUGH.
Silence
Everything feels different in the silence;
numbers move more slowly;
circles become lines;
Everything changes.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC