1: the power or sense of hearing
2: the act of hearing; especially: a critical hearing an audition of new recordings
3: a trial performance to appraise an entertainer's merits
I thought I snatched its tail, but then, my alarm
wakes me, and the song I was
dreaming of is pulled out of my ears like a vacuum
filling with air.
I have forgotten the sound of your voice.]
When I hear it now,
it is a splatter-
fall of utensils in a drawer;
Two corrugated tin roofs catching each other’s shoulders, scraping each other in
tick-tick tick-tick of a clock in an empty house.
[It’s a wanted slap that never makes my fingers tickle
leaves lines on your face.
I am trying to match this voice, but it isn’t
on a rooftop,
opening of a door.]
your laugh still could slide up from my unconscious,
could materialize out of murky water, or better yet, quicksand.
I have tried to will even a congested you to play in my mind’s
You’re not coming back.
[You never will. You don’t want to. Yesterday,
I was in
an old cemetery,
burying a veteran.
His daughter let out a hiccup that burst into a shriek that slammed into a howl that drowned
into a scream:
A banshee’s call to war.]
When I want to mourn
the loss of you I move
my head to
the ground. I want to
listen for you.
I want to hear your white stead coming for me.
flatten into the earth,
I will stick my head into the sand,
all the trees of the forest will fall unheard before such a
sound swings once into the stirrup,
bounces off the anvil and stretches for the hammer inside my ear.
You tell me you are
writing purposefully without
titles, because they are
a beginning, but for
me they always are
either the final
word or the skeleton
key. How strange for you to see them as a secret
cabinet that curses
the warrior who dare disturbs that static slice
of universe hovering.