Thursday, September 29, 2016

mmdcxlvii

                                  new sound:
(the sound of being circled; an O)

I am told I’d walk
circles around the
office floor, the top
floor.   How I’d stop
occasionally mid-
step, pause, pause,
then move on again

for four months.  I
was, is the word
happy?, when my
assignment was
discharged.  It
was a couple
of days before
Thanksgiving.

Then the facts
settled in.

Coco has
taken to
circling
me,
around
and around
while I’m sitting
in bed typing this.
Around and around
and around and around.

I couldn’t make out.
I couldn’t make out the
blurry gray and red???
figures in the back-
ground of the entire
triptych.  I squinted;
I looked askew.  I’m
sure I stood there a
very long time trying. 
Until a gentleman
with a top hat stood
beside me as if out
of nowhere and
whispered into my
right ear.  They’re
the carcasses
of pigeons.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

mmdcxlvi

                                    new title:
(wishing he didn’t hear a sound)

I am told
that if I
am told
some-
thing
it could
be bad
(as in
sad,
the
only
bad).
But,
I am
not
told
any-
thing
except
happiness.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

mmdcxlv

                                       if title:
(neither sound nor resounding)

This refrigerator freezes everything, milk carton.
                         —Tjanting_ebooks (found on Twitter)


If I tweeted
I wonder
how it wd
sound.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

mmdcxliv

        (super-
loud!)

And Buzzcocks sing Breakdown, too unknown
To be banned by slick mixmaster
when hair hung golden or

black is the floor
& the walls
were velvet.
 —Chris Stroffolino

Too hollowed out
not to make the
noise of death,
unlike Dad’s
whistle (super
loud!), which
would often
occur seem
ingly out of
nowhere, 
like how 
my writ
ing has 
become
almost
too pat
ernal.