The Infinite Whisper

by Kristopher

Posted to Poetry on 2003-11-08 18:23:00

Infinite whispers, a hum of electricity
Street side crosses, power lines
The sky is blood
red in sunset
Phone lines lie
Like stitches
Across the face of the hills
Granite Taken for granted, tombs of rock

Cross lit hills, Gethsemane of power and phone
Lines cut
Across America
A Cross
America this is destiny

Pray and meditate
Static hums, Infinite whispers
Prophet road scholars drive the endless tar paths
Palms laid out-ashes on brows

I am market with soot.
Suits tied to flesh-American
Businessmen travel in worship
Homage lines across highway and lake

Californian Fault lines quiver in world felt orgasms
Gapping holes appear and moan

Freedom
Release
Endless Rock and Roll

Skipping Stones-Skipping School

Students listen to
The infinite whisper
The electric hum

The sky gross red amongst the disheveled
God counts his harvest, broken windows
Wheat plucked by widows
Father Farmer John- Dearly departed
Listening to the infinite whisper
The electric hum calls from the mount
Windmills still and all goes dark

The red sky dries to dead black
Stars explode
We see-only a twinkle

All pay homage, all bow

Roadside crosses cross country side roads
Even the animals hear the prayer
The infinite whisper the electric hum

The dark lines crossing hemispheres
Connecting ear to mouth, mind to mindless
A static hum, homes slow down to test patterns

From the coal smoke of a Midwest church the message is sent

In Nevada Morse code dashes great gashes in night
Snow and rain drain gray into concrete rivers
Flowing with changeless void

Roads lead like spider webs around a widow’s nest
An egg sack cracks in the hinge squeak
A new casino door pours open, letting light
Loose from the noose its made around the night

Antennas reach like fists to heaven, a beacon, a beckoning for
The changeless void

Crossing walks march full with poverty, road sides
Loom with paper and gasoline water oil tears

Sisyphus pushes his boulder to damn great rivers of sand
And we build castles on the ash

Neon nights go quiet
And all pay homage to the electric hum

A phone rings, a clock chimes in the city where time is forgotten
Bars pour patrons into cabs headed yellow and black
Back to scattered hives
Drones all searching for a queen

A bee stings
Highways poisoned with glass and ever-circling hub caps
Red-blue light stains the patterned reflections of a broken mirror
Carts are wheeled away leaving only a roadside cross in place

Across the tombs of Indians and the hiding place of Zen,
Through the old gold and cold coal veins
Mountains coffer-alters of barbed wire and steel
The litany of electricity shouts out from valleys

In New York night retreats to night
Subways go quiet
Lights burn down to cold bulbs

The gates of freedom turn to a close
Torch light blows out
A faithless town goes black

Candles lit- wick and wax waning
The patient straining to hear the
Electric hum, the infinite whisper
To resound in the changeless void

Pony express stations sit in kingdoms of dust.
Dead letter carriers forever ridding forgotten
Following the paths power lines
Horsemen call out to the void with the seventh horn
A marching cry- Silenced by the electric hum

San Francisco’s golden gates go silver
Judas paid in full
Sodom and Gomorra raise in gay

Club lights dance in techno trance-beats
Cops click their nights sticks against
Human fence posts.

Deserted Washington roads show muddy tracks
Hand prints on a road side phone
The numbers dialed add to the toll

A daughter cries to a distant mother, and all cry
And all mourn the death of that
A black Cadillac, stuck in mud
Under moonlight and a phone pole
A cross to mark the death

And all pay homage
And hear the infinite whisper
The electric hum-A buzzing bee searching for a queen
In the Changeless void
Towards the oceans of the east a fishing boat is
Lost at sea, Sailors bent over
Navigation papers and digital star charts

Fisheyes gape at the flashing knifes aimed at them with a
Stoic stare- waves wash over
A cargo of lost souls

Bottles float between coasts
Scrolls rolled unfold accounts of human anchors
Dropped into the black of sea, the hopeless infinity
The changeless void

Enter: Black fashioned family, the survived
Morose, mimicking death
Make up tears, and tissue

The Green grass of the cemetery offers up a concrete castle of names
Engraved of the sailors lost
A cross at the base

Silence
Silence still for the loss,
A cross to forget the names of those taken by
The changeless void


Overtime the names will fade and fall
To disarray, but out at sea a
Message is floating eternally
Putting to word the infinite whisper

“Where Ya’ head’n” the Trucker cracks
Over the hiss of air brakes and rubber
A runaway plays with fate and
Is never seen again

In a roadside quarry detached from the world
Lies a pile of flies on the frame of a young girl
The buzz scatters as wings patter to land on the carrion.

Carried on the tickle of wind, a gold cross glints from
Cleaned bones
A mother’s gift of luck

The absentee- the navigator- map holder- departed- dearly loved
Still lives on in a email box filled with typed tears
A mother writes to forgive- and talks of Christ
A father scorns and speaks of love and a bus trip home.
All pay homage, all hear the electric hum

Hear me says the ruler of men- And cackles forgotten

In a mosque a cross bars the windows
And a widow prays to Allah to die
Her hands washed with sand, her devotion iron,
But bending

Om Shri Rama Jiya Rama Jiya Jiya Rama
A self proclaimed llama chants Praying for victory and strength
And then clicking escape he closes his web page and goes down stairs
Thanksgiving dinner- he will carve the bird tonight
Get drunk on wine and fight with his father

A sister bares her open eyes to the night and tries to find a star on which to wish.
Her grip tight, eyes light with moisture
She coughs and gags, gun metal and defeat

Her cries ring out through the changeless void
And it hits her, the whisper-The electric hum

Out side a small rural town a dirt road leads
To cattle, straddling our food chain, mooing to
Lost children

Muscular thighs tighten and huge eyes widen
The desire to run in cut by

The Electric hum

A fence that tears the steer, seers the flesh to flame
Stands like Michael guarding the gate
To paradise

Paradise California, elevation 2,200 feet- Lower than Olympus but close to sin city.
And between peek and valley
The butte mountains range
And other hills sit
The population has no concern with heaven and hell

But all pay homage, all hear the Infinite whisper, the electric hum
From Roadside Cross hang power lines
All seekers follow the path

In a steamed mirror high school tears blur
The sink fills with water and small drops of red
Hit ripple and split to rusted clouds

A bathtub runs cold and a heat slows
Its rocky tempo, a pause between breaths
Red waters finds tile, and traces lattice patterns around
A razor blade

In a starchy room a court typist sits tired and aged
Her throat closed and horse,
So many years filing the words of others
She finds she has lost all over her own

In a noontime ceremony the laid her to rest
In her best court dress, the jury standing in black
Judging her, as she was lowered, and covered over
Her epigram in quotes,
No one loved her enough to write one.

All pay homage to the infinite whisper, the electric hum.

In back alley clinics were street lights don’t dare to shine
A hanger is straightened and innocence recreated
A 14 year old rape victim purgatories her soul and scars
Once again-Praying
Infection doesn’t set in

From the womb come voiceless cries as children die
On their first taste of life
Nameless-faceless
Hazmat canonic jars all charred with the moral fire bomb

The Sniper with
Cross hairs set
On the chest of a white gloved
Doctor

Bird Scatter, blood spatters to cement a surgeon
Falls to his knees
Seeing all the eyes of the countless children
Before he dies, praying for forgiveness
He fades to black

A cross raises in an empty lot a memorial to the fallen
Names forgotten, message unclear,
But heard

Through concrete halls the infinite whisper calls
A young man with gang scarred hands and
A permanent tear
Prays to prison bars as the bed is kicked
Away-He swings from a bed sheet neck tie

A formal goodbye
He is laid to rest in the prison yard.
A named John Doe no one cared
To know

With Ghost herds of buffalo power lines trace time
Thru American plains
Native tribes drink wine and wrap up in tainted blankets

With the screech of tires, lights and sound
A medic races to treat an aged medicine mans
Heart disease with electric shock
The hum of paddles charging
Sounds through out
The changeless void

On his deathbed biblical passages are read and
A catholic priest makes the sign of the cross
To forgive his savage sins

An Eagle flies against the wind soaring
Over rivers-streams
Hills and mountains
A soul clutched in talons
Headed for the other side

Across America

A Cross
America- this is destiny

All pay homage.
All hear the electric hum,
The infinite whisper
Sounding
Resounding in the Changeless void
We are
All are
Everything is
Connected to the changeless

In mass graves bodies lie embracing each other like lovers
Lovers lie entombed in beds-bodies barely touching

Flags burn
Windows shatter
A mother cries to her children
A baby lies impaled on a Nazi bayonet

Dreams die

In history windows open to day

Humanity walks down a path lined by road side crosses
And all hear their own voiceless cry
Echoing in and out through
The changes void

Mingling with the electric hum
The infinite whisper








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