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Speech Sounds

In Poetry on March 31, 2012 at 11:26 pm

The babble of a foreign tongue:
It’s a song of cadences,
Clipped accents,
Vowelous ululation,
Does English have a sound?
Surely! Though your ears
Can’t hear its birdsong anymore,
For its sounds are speech
And its waves of acoustic
Pound against your drums
Not as ends but as means
To phrases of meaning
Sailed across the medium
Of air in a functional capsule:
Speech sounds,
Where the first word
Corrugates the second
Into segments, where
The whole scope
Of sound alone
Is unheard


Next Time

In Poetry on March 31, 2012 at 11:22 pm

Next time, I’ll bring the beer.
Next time, I’ll bring the party.
But tonight, I brought nothing.
I’m so sorry, I brought nothing
But my tepid humor and mild
Wit and moderate enthusiasm.
I’m so sorry, I hope that’ll do
For now, but I swear that I’ll
Bring the beer next time, I
Swear that I’ll bring the party
Next time.

Dreamed Parenthesis

In Poetry on March 28, 2012 at 6:30 pm

I dreamed a parenthesis onto the page.
I penciled in its mirrored curves at
Each end of a blank line, and
I filled the void with an
Alphabet animal, an
Untamed jot of
Out failures and
Squeezed-in spirations,
Yeast of a poem’s gestation,
Rising the raw yoke from cradled
Comfort to claustrophobic constraint,
Cracking the shell of parenthesis, grown.