Hearing Things

Hearing Things

You believe I am hearing things,
but nothing leaves me so quietly that I do not notice.
The sounds I have witnessed without approval!
The sound of love hustling with hungry mammoth eyes
turned toward someone that was not me.
A mid brush in the air with trust & then calamity.
Sometimes even the sun is vocal with tar bubbles rising
around my unsuspecting foot.
And half of my tooth once, under the white coat of popcorn
stopped production & turned to nothing but a useless kernel.
Anything may take leave at any moment.
Perhaps one of us turns at an amusing incident
to share some sudden comment & finds the other sullen,
in an aura of new attachment, cradling whispers into a new phone.

Reviews

[Doctor JKC]

"The sound of love hustling with hungry mammoth eyes
turned toward someone that was not me."

It's over to put it bluntly.

A remarkable write: you have the voice and mentality.

Dr. Callaghan

[LJW]

The dynamics of a relationship disinegrating.

You have a unique and powerful voice. I love your writing.

[W.k.kortas]

Not spare but succinct; a whole lot packed into a short space. Has more than its share of classic Venablese supplemented with the ring of truth. Fine, fine stuff.

[Phibby Venable]

this is for my friend, G. and her husband, Wandering Eye..

[Ed Hart]

you certainly have a way of plowing the soil...ed