House
is a radiotuner
brings in signals
from elsewhere
like the saxophonist
on the second floor
who moved in
with his snakeinsomniac solos
or the oftenplanemistaken rumble
of the furnace
occasional voices
of somethingcatdisturbing
in back and front halls
runningon
slurringwords
or in stac-
cato
bursts
near to meaning something
but not
quite
House
is no presets
no hanger antenna
brings in anyway
beams of connected tones
almostnotquite audible
maybe there’s a story here
or maybe it’s in me
and it’s
interpreting
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February 12th, 2010 at 12:30 pm
I love the wordplay you used so imaginatively…somethingcatdisturbing (tells a whole story itself). The play on oftenPLANEmistaken. Really good. Pearl
February 12th, 2010 at 1:17 pm
I rarely do text experiments. This was the result of a typo that I liked and decided to play with…
Thanks!
February 12th, 2010 at 9:15 am
great poem, an enjoyable read
February 12th, 2010 at 9:27 am
Thank you.