SUDDEN SOUNDS by Marisa Prietto
February 23, 2011
Shirked and non-plussed,
stalked and apprehended,
I suspended disbelief,
and identified abandon.
We have run
hot and cold
to elegant frequencies of the supermind.
In one fragile second,
of a stupid barbequeue
a crack in my flimsy patria
opens up a
soft, crushing tear
you fit into, with such momentary abandon,
While I wait, for
some witless fury to engage
late silence over fall, over winter,
on an unmanned planet,
populated with my lesser instincts.
Frigid and untapped,
destroyed and then rescued,
I am trying to avoid the garbage
barely contained within these decent homes, these fields and flowers and debris and human waste and denims and ghettos and endless streets without names upon names upon names i am
calling, later, out to you:
Just stay, and stare!
as two different countries come by, playing two different musics
the sudden sounds tear up the streetside silence between us,
by erroneous and irrational response.