Daily Archives: April 6, 2016

Pure Sound (revised)

heavy revision to poem from earlier today…

If I were a pure sound
I’d be low hum in the concert hall
before the first note is struck, 

sound of 
a rung bell 
fading;

enough presence
to make myself known
without intruding,

enough uncertainty
that one could argue 
for hours if I should be

considered
part of the Music.
If I were pure sound

I’d insinuate, whisper,
murmur. I would
barely be there

simply so I could
stay with you, 

right in the ridge of your ear,

a tone
almost unnoticed
behind daily din;

disappearing
at the moment 
you fell asleep

as I prayed, sotto voce, 
to be permitted to pulse on 
in your dreams.

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Pure Sound

If I were a pure sound
I’d be a low hum in the concert hall
before the first note is struck, 

or the sound of 
a rung bell
fading;

enough presence
to make myself known
without intruding,

enough uncertainty
that one could argue 
for hours if I should be

considered
part of the Music — 
I do, of course, but then again

I think the indecision
and arguing over that
is also part of the Music:

sometimes percussion,
sometimes counterpoint melody.
If I were pure sound,

I’d stay with you,
right in the ridge
of your ear;

disappearing
at the moment
you fell asleep

unless I were allowed
to pulse on
into your dreams;

if I were pure sound,
purely sound,
I’d be honored

to sing 
in your sleep
for as long as I am wanted there.


The Authority Cultivator

the authority cultivator
is possessed
by its almanac fictions

it cannot help you
by design

it will be a reach
to lift your own yoke

to march is not enough

you must stare
all cracker 
impulse
including your own
down

toss it a grenade’s worth
of humor then 
as it fumes

snatch away what you are owed

hurry into risk
rock it till it kneels

spoil it as best you can

hurry