Noise Canceling
The desk sitting little sister
checks us in
eyes smiles
& hands us headphones
Rain drizzles
through bamboo like a tale
overtold & spoken again,
the static of an AM radio
tuned just right
to a Japanese lofi freakbeat
that drowns the sorrow of the news
What makes America great
is it’s garbage & the clink
of countless shell casings
pitter-patting the floors
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The way you capture sound and the moment here is, as ever, beautifully ambiguous and disjunctive.
So good to be reading you again, sir.
Love the second stanza for its details. The ending is a big leap, a big surprise.
heart-rending
That last stanza. Wow. Powerful way to start the month. Thank you for sharing your words with us.
onomatopoeia of final stanza WoW!
I like the contrasting sounds of the last two stanzas
Wow. This juxtaposition is crushing.
The ending has a shock factor to it. Very nicely done!
Just the kind of beauty and cynicism I would expect from a cranky front porch poet!
Love that abrupt realization at the end. And I could hear it. 🙁
The almost naïve beginning juxtaposed by jarring reality – Nice!