NaPoWriMo 11:30 ~ Deafening

are you listening?
i want you to know
that last night
i wrote you
the dopest poem
that you
never heard
carefully
considering
craftsmanship
as i enunciated
every word
served syllables
raw diced
on a platter
of silver
punctuated by
tiny pungent
pearl drop onions
placed with
patience

i waited
for each sentiment
to pervade
the syntax
before i’d dare
breathe
a sentence

used
all sorts of
simple sorcery
to summon forth
the sum total
of my senses

centered
myself
in meditative
mindfulness
and sang
sanskrit
scripture
as i allowed
the pot
to simmer

and before
i could service
you proper
we were done
and so was that poem
overcooked
and now condensed
down to this

a beating heart
you could not hear
a violent silence
that i desire
binds your
ears
eternally.

white-noise-big

White Noise by Shirley Wagner