Button Silencers
Awake in the reality of paper and numbers
where buttons are silencers.
Twist like an earthworm,
deeper into the shielding sheets
cover ears.
It is the fall of mankind that chimes
incessancy.
”beep beep, beep beep,”
before the sun has even had its say.
cover ears.
Burrowing into myself:
more trustworthy machinery.
Composed of blood, muscles, bones,
of God, hard-wired in my nerves collecting sensations.
There are boxes stacked upon boxes
memories, malleable.
Input. Access.
Beckon those humans making moments
where taste, touch, sight, and scent are a muse.
Thoughts, above all things, peel from the still frames
and finally, the poem that befalls the sturdy paper.
A bridge, more like.
slicing the billows
of light and stimulants.
The fight is inside.
2 comments:
Very intriguing!
This will take a lot of unpacking, and I'm glad your showing the intensity of ability to unravel something on an allegorical level.
I get this image of a mind full of old dusty boxes, love it!
My only concerns:
a little unclear about what Button Silencers are, could this be elaborated on in another stanza? Also, the last line, though poignant, does seem to fit the flav of the rest of the poem.
Really like this poem, I think you should focus some energy on tinkering and revision as this poem could really push to the next level.
Correction: "though poignant, does not seem to fit the flav of the rest of the poem.
Post a Comment