Wednesday, June 28, 2006

sound is nothing but vibrations

sound is nothing but vibrations

wonder what i said inside
the fiveandhalfminute hallway
stare at ceilings black
as the inside of a panther's
stomach on the night
of the apocalypse

all absorbed the sound
so your ears never hear the words
"i love you"
sinking into carbon walls
like a bathtub full of oatmeal

2 comments:

kimberwolfe said...

I love this poem, and you posted it at 2:17 am....

tiffany said...

Ha ha. I like this poem too. You should read House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski which is where I got the idea from this poem and some of the imagery.