(no subject)
do they chase it around
in the dusty corners of
a house
lifting table hoofs
peeking down
mouse holes-
sifting through
the tangled hairs
and muffled grey
balls
of bulletin pins
and elastic bands-
pennies and
the corners of paper-
is it a maddening
silent siren
wailing through
each square inch
of place
refusing to be cupped
or nailed to the
board or the palm
like the weight
of the sea.
does it bleed
with a lack of
intention or selection
and hum quietly
to itself
the arbitrary hum
of a careless,
happy madman
denounced by society
left only
to the sweet reverberations
of his grinning
clumsy tunes-
is it a witch hunt
to stand to the stake
and kick the stump
hubris smirks-
a vicious sniffing
and stomping
through the evacuated
woods- or a stumble
through a
festering heap
of decaying mammals-
in the dusty corners of
a house
lifting table hoofs
peeking down
mouse holes-
sifting through
the tangled hairs
and muffled grey
balls
of bulletin pins
and elastic bands-
pennies and
the corners of paper-
is it a maddening
silent siren
wailing through
each square inch
of place
refusing to be cupped
or nailed to the
board or the palm
like the weight
of the sea.
does it bleed
with a lack of
intention or selection
and hum quietly
to itself
the arbitrary hum
of a careless,
happy madman
denounced by society
left only
to the sweet reverberations
of his grinning
clumsy tunes-
is it a witch hunt
to stand to the stake
and kick the stump
hubris smirks-
a vicious sniffing
and stomping
through the evacuated
woods- or a stumble
through a
festering heap
of decaying mammals-