Brickety-Brackety Noise

Curtail the brickety brack of

clicketing clacking noise that distracts

from free-flowing thoughts and words and forms

and disable temptations toy’s

Noise, noise, noise, noise!

The grinch of my heart refuses to be

bombarded by trees of knowledge and natures

fountains of joys. Are their joys my joys?

Where’s all the noise?

It’s in you, it’s in me, it’s in every living tree

grown from a woman, spermed by a male,

And oh, the distraction mounts to the sky

until only you and I

can remain. Only remain with nothing but a shell.

My shell is cracked, split-open,

Open to receive what? A bombardment?

All I seek is a whisper

of peace, a slow-moving stream of contentful,

wonderful peace, a sound

so gentle and soft, so musical and lyrical

that radios blot it out,

that screens blur with shouts of blue and green

electric light

I don’t want that light. The light within

glows warmer, the light within

burns brighter. And in the end, it’s only

a whisper that rules the world.

A whisper to you, to me... a tree

of love possessed by a stirring, purring...

noise.