sound work
I am rolling o’s and l’s
into lolling logjams
pushing s’s and z’s
into lazy buzzes
growling r’s gutturally
until they resound
in the hollow chamber of your chest
trying to use
little dots and lines
to make you feel
something
new in your body
not just your conscious crown
5.4 64km 11:45pm
first the moth flinging himself at the pane
becomes a stiff wind
then the gust gathers
becomes a truck going by on the road behind
but then the rattle’s in front, too –
have truck and wind teamed up?
no, it keeps growing all around at once
quite unlike any truck
then you realize what it is
when everything moves at once:
earthquake
Borobudur night sounds
Progo River hurrying through the shallows
chuckling tokay booming his love song
waking everyone who hasn’t already filtered him out
crickets pulsing
airplane’s vacuum gush
shaka shaka shaka cicada beat
thin voices down the bank
the odd rooster going off early
rumble of traffic somewhere
casual scratching of an old mosquito bite
the river swirls them all together
transforms the angular noises
into a smooth wash of night sound
closes the day
