…for sound
salvation
where engines
inch along
whirring well
beyond a whisper
on buses
or walking
seated in
my office
something
to hold onto
informative
narrating
news science
lecture dialogue
music
but only when
the words
run out
to drown out
the people
with whom
i might
enjoy conversation
but only
if it
weren’t always
so trivial
i want
senseless
talk
to yield
sway
to a grander
ideal
ceaselessly
ithink
and when
i do
newly flooding
the channels
of my
neural aquifers
with life
sustaining
drainage
cleansing
septic sewage
away
politics
is bullshit
literal
so i
hold my nose
and shovel
grapple with
the difficult
parse through
the matter of life
at every single
moment made
available
to me
that when
it should occur
that another
would ask
my opinion
i can pull
down the headphones
and expose
them to the
full overflow
of my audible
input
as only a newly
evolved analysis
can render
if malcolm lived
a life of
reinvention
then why are we
so prepared
to cast our own
opinions
in granite stiffened stone?
