by Carl Santoro
There were noises that cascaded over my hair
into my ears today.
The grinding gears of a battle
between the garbage truck and
a FedEx truck for right of way.
The clacking of keys on an iPhone
until they got their message across.
The ever so slight
patters of the pads
of the cat's approach and departure.
That bird flashing by
sending out loud cries
of information,
then disappearing repeating
its important messages into
the cobalt blue above.
The somewhat, somehow,
comforting soft horn blasts
of a distant train mindful
of its tracks ahead.
The inevitable thud as
a television remote meets the floor
spilling its contents out,
plastic disassembling,
regurgitating double A's
all akimbo.
The paper of the news - the newsy paper -
the papery news,
being touched, pinched, flipped
licked, lifted and flipped.
The desperate beeping from a microwave,
a dishwasher, a refrigerator, air fryer
mad because I'm not standing there at attention.
Branches brushing against my suburban aluminum fortress,thwacking exterior walls because of wind,
then falling silent.
Me forcing lead to scratch paper.
Make it speak, make it speak
my words!
The no-sound sound of
the blinking cursor prompt
/ / / / / / /(only straighter)
silent but always wanting.
I'm exhausted.
The sighing out.
The....
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"Me forcing lead to scratch paper." Most enjoyable reading.
Very nice, Carl! You have captured the songs that can delight us, or taunt us.
The senses are ripe here!
Great weaving of the auditory, the mechanical and the manufactured with the animal, the natural, with the narrowed stance of the human.
Si oui ja da and yes!
Nature, technology and humans. Let's go!
Enjoyed.*