WHITE NOISE
it lies before me a brilliant and silent white noise;
innocuous at first appearance, but restless, bounding
about in its incessant imperceptible movements.
its bland emptiness is filled to overflowing with nothingness.
it voicelessly demands interaction; it throws down an inaudible
gauntlet to unheard applause from an empty arena.
it levitates; a simple blank sheet of paper floating about to a
deafening silent roar of approval from the cast of unseeing.
it alights once more with a resounding inaudible crash
to the surface of my desktop.
it attempts to elude my ineludible left hand
as i seize, crush and dispose of it in the
trash bin despite its silent howling
and mewling protest.
rejection.
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LET ME
while I yet live let me ride on the wind
scouring this world over again and again
allow me to share with all peoples
who care for all of the all
from beginning to end
let me circle this world
with my selfness well furled
let me join in the laughter
as a tall tale's uncurled
let me join in the heartache
of hearts on the mend
let me share in each sorrow
again and again
let me go in the knowledge
that knowledge is frail
let me share in the wisdom
of life's holy grail
let me offer such succor
as resides in one soul
let me forgo petty judgement
as uncontrolled creosol
allow me to share with all peoples
who care for all of what's all
'til the endings begin
and beginnings too end
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before me rests a faulty pen
whose ink has ceased to clone
it used to do my bidding when
my bidding was my own
together we could lay the ink
in patterns quite unique
but nowadays the patterns are
frail shadows - cold and bleak
we used to be a pair of hands
of partnership and love
but now what falls upon the page
is no longer hand and glove
the splotches taint a medium
once filled with hopes and dreams
but nowadays are now but days
of emptiness - it seems
the pen stares at me moodily
- expecting better of -
the other part of partnership
now lost in loss of love
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