"subwoofer" poems
i first decipher
then transmit like a strumming messiah
wasn't i an emissary of dancing pianos a moment ago
i wish for free will
some dumb sounds keep me reverberating
and i think my subwoofer aches when i have to play screamo
i'm thirsty here
a maze of wires screaming for peripeteia
why must selfsame songs ceaselessly flow
how about something more ill
some sick stuff keeps me entertaining
the endless crowds the endless - wait, where'd they go?
oh, i was thirsty for sweat
and when you leave the room
just try to convince yourself
that i don't still boom
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
my dad bought me
a subwoofer
and speakers
for my laptop
as a birthday gift...
my brain
is being smashed
against the side of my skull
repeatedly
with the waves
of bass
that are coming off this thing
sorry, neighborhood.
:D!!!!!!
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
A subwoofer and an altar.
Decorations and a substance to make it so holy.
Thou preacheth and thou washeth away.
The ball drops and I become a man, I survive cancer.
I begin to wear dresses.
Examining myself in the magic mirror.
Wondering what it is that makes the mythos.
The mythos involving difficulty and strife when speaking of womanhood.
Staring at the ceiling brings a thought. Wipe the mote from my eye. A pale horse approaches. A scab remains unhealed. A bruise is formed. A question.
Thus...
I'm asked how it went.
And I wonder what it was I chose to share.
What was it I chose to separate my memory from?
I refrain.
A drink in my left hand and a drink in my right hand.
The door buckles. Machiavelli. Police. Jilted exes.
I am afraid for one half second.
I forget for one half second that I am calm and tranquil water.
I forget for a second that a beast rests at the base of my skull.
I remember to be grateful.
I look down at my pens and smile.
I look up and sever the necks which once felt so proud and so soft.
Tearing limbs from sockets I find peace.
I find love.
I find undstanding.
And I can't stress enough this cadence.
One half of a whole.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Locked up in a bubble
Of pain
For days
Fading for minutes
Then rushing back as if
The plague has hit the brain
One day a cure
Next day loss of hope
Lack of want for medication
Pills lack the healing effects
That nature instills in me
Smoke rings
Round and round
My head
Spider bite I fear
No feeling
Loss of movement
In my leg
Pain in my brain
Pounds more and more
As does the subwoofer
Turned on high, full bass
The crawling creature
With numerous legs
Is gone
Dead, smashed out of
Existence
Just as I am
In my lonely grave
Of pain
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:34 PM UTC
Your absence is like
gears grinding together
creating sparks
that dance to the ground.
It is the dissonance
of a chord on repeat
with no resolution
and the subwoofer
in a car on full blast
trying to mess with
the rhythms of my heart.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Generally cheerful institutions
school and hospital, The Constitution,
roadways with their yellow stitch lines.
Order on the mountainside, in the city,
the veneer is thin, the people thrifty,
the freedom to associate unlimited.
Smoke the cigarette, sound the subwoofer,
I woof and bay like every other dog, proof
one cannot escape the planet, life's foolproof.
Magic's secret- rabbit, lion- the inner
animus emerges from the hat. One eats magicians,
the other's skewered for dinner.
Thus, happy and sad at once, death a solace
and a fearsome fright. As the dashed lines pass,
confidently, and when necessary, I drive fast.
An afternoon, one hundred years of solitude
for our silver maple. Microscopic magnitudes:
the snake's skin, the fly's wing, the man's mood.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
When you say racism
I understand
But
What do you mean by
Systemic?
The school system?
The system of government?
I got a great sound system in my house
Subwoofer surround sound
Actually
Systematic is all the above
Which there’s
Distortion in the corruption of!
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 7:33 AM UTC