noise(less)

slap of dominoes
on a wooden table
the upside of
double sixes
blocking the way
to some broken memory
of someone screaming in the night
ruptured and torn in silvery remnants
from a cocoon life

muddle of busy street
cacophonous clatter
under mushroom police sirens
feet and more feet
stepping through doors
and arches
and over fallen promises
frozen initials encircled
by concrete hearts

just before dawn
squeak of bedsprings
repetitious and unrelenting
until with a groan
blending with guttural moan
nothing
and then nothing
and then something harsh and acidic
something that eats the moment

silence
Chaplinesque and idiotic
a flutter of eyelids
and fumbling fingers
not blind but like blind sounds
unheard except by
the empty heart
waiting for a whisper
that never comes

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, Kennedy, . . . where have you been so long?

[Kennedy James]

Haha ... will try to be here more often now. Thanks.