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.

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.

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.

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.