Wednesday, April 21, 2010

NaPoWriMo Number Twenty


noise blank white noise catching that
engine turning that speaker hum to
louder silence without peace if your
mouth opens to quiet a hard
consonant glottal rattle hiss the no
noise surround sound cage if this
cochlear stills will my skin itch
to fidget to scratching to dancing to
noise to speak to sing to scream
a gutter throat on a tall pitch frayed
raw cords to chords to just to hear some

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