Sunday, February 07, 2010
Idea
What if we pick TIME as our next theme and finally go for a 100-verse renga? It might take us 2 or 3 years or we might commit to each post one verse twice a week or something. What do you think?
Completed Kasen: Noise
All About Us Is Noise
Clank and rumble of
garbage truck--the birds'
morning flutters by.
Reds don't think just syncopate
against greens pick you pluck me.
Ra ta tat on floors
hairy feet quickly tap dance
jaws gnawing teeth pluck
jarring midnight howl roars in
across town, trains on steel feet
Howl: minds screaming hys-
terical naked he wrote--
Listen. He is right.
rhubarb sussuration: barbs,
sly smiles, naked party angst
People hear when still.
Noise abates if angst sinks in
deep. Yes, but shout on
parrotfish clicks, pops, crunches,
biting deep... we glide, bubbling
Bubbling cioppino
Whispers so hungry hungry
Cluster at the stove
Neighborhood fauna chirps and barks,
zooing up our cold class war.
seal barks, "that's MY pup."
mincing away, wolf crunches
sedge, waits for darkness
eight hours mid night, all about
us, in the darkness: silent wait
Ache hums in fiddler's fingertips
sore--as she types--
from a night of songs.
Morning light screams summers heat
forced air hums, fans rage, ears ring
brown bird -- airing wings--
outside closed glass window-- fan-
ning propellers: plane
Flying rain, droplets crashing
sideways onto slated glass
Sneaking up sideways
Clap clap clap clap in the ear
It's time to wake up
Wake the echoes softly soft-
ly with little licking noises.
Wait - time will let loose
a soft crackling voice clearing
its throat for noisome
There, in the clearing, lovers
pop champagne, bubbling ecstasy
Library quiet-
lovers rustling pages
the words shout out loud.
Lipstick loud as her voice, sneers
into the mic, salted with sweat.
Sun and breezes dry
the mornings quiet rise to
birds loud chirping songs
Chirp of cell phone signals
message from the beloved.
Beloved, let us
love one another in words
in cries in mumbles
us two made of you plus one
fool heart swinging open
heeding another
to love the one with regard
a dance, hips swaying
Swing and sway and swing
The blood thrums and throbs within.
Typing within me
tap-tapping-tapping-tapping
no one's telegram
Suspended, questioning breath--
silence of the power cut.
Disembodied hands
lame feet knees askew
breath panting heart stopped
chichara chichara - tango
tuscana - panting cello
Tangled tango takes
two, too many to tickle
the silence between
Static underscores the stillness in this
cube of air and settling dust
Slurs slash the score,
smooth the restless silky rhythm,
drip dots down the scale.
turning, waking, whispering
oh slur you Canadian geese
Clank and rumble of
garbage truck--the birds'
morning flutters by.
Reds don't think just syncopate
against greens pick you pluck me.
Ra ta tat on floors
hairy feet quickly tap dance
jaws gnawing teeth pluck
jarring midnight howl roars in
across town, trains on steel feet
Howl: minds screaming hys-
terical naked he wrote--
Listen. He is right.
rhubarb sussuration: barbs,
sly smiles, naked party angst
People hear when still.
Noise abates if angst sinks in
deep. Yes, but shout on
parrotfish clicks, pops, crunches,
biting deep... we glide, bubbling
Bubbling cioppino
Whispers so hungry hungry
Cluster at the stove
Neighborhood fauna chirps and barks,
zooing up our cold class war.
seal barks, "that's MY pup."
mincing away, wolf crunches
sedge, waits for darkness
eight hours mid night, all about
us, in the darkness: silent wait
Ache hums in fiddler's fingertips
sore--as she types--
from a night of songs.
Morning light screams summers heat
forced air hums, fans rage, ears ring
brown bird -- airing wings--
outside closed glass window-- fan-
ning propellers: plane
Flying rain, droplets crashing
sideways onto slated glass
Sneaking up sideways
Clap clap clap clap in the ear
It's time to wake up
Wake the echoes softly soft-
ly with little licking noises.
Wait - time will let loose
a soft crackling voice clearing
its throat for noisome
There, in the clearing, lovers
pop champagne, bubbling ecstasy
Library quiet-
lovers rustling pages
the words shout out loud.
Lipstick loud as her voice, sneers
into the mic, salted with sweat.
Sun and breezes dry
the mornings quiet rise to
birds loud chirping songs
Chirp of cell phone signals
message from the beloved.
Beloved, let us
love one another in words
in cries in mumbles
us two made of you plus one
fool heart swinging open
heeding another
to love the one with regard
a dance, hips swaying
Swing and sway and swing
The blood thrums and throbs within.
Typing within me
tap-tapping-tapping-tapping
no one's telegram
Suspended, questioning breath--
silence of the power cut.
Disembodied hands
lame feet knees askew
breath panting heart stopped
chichara chichara - tango
tuscana - panting cello
Tangled tango takes
two, too many to tickle
the silence between
Static underscores the stillness in this
cube of air and settling dust
Slurs slash the score,
smooth the restless silky rhythm,
drip dots down the scale.
turning, waking, whispering
oh slur you Canadian geese
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