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whispeRcanyouhear me?

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whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?

words like a thick sap
drained from a maple tree
honeycomb thick, sliced
like pork chops, broken
open in chunks, a pile
of concrete and rebar
gnashing teeth.

when i yell
into the bowels of
a canyon the echo
that returns comes
back with bark on
its old fat trunk,
the rattlenake whippet
of fang inflections,
no longer my voice,
the creation of
terrestrial environment

there is a constant
mosh pit of words
that play in the
background of my
heroic thoughts,
a backdrop of
syllables that
don't congeal,
fluctuate in a
maraca rhythm
shimmy that
sprinkles on
my tongue like
salt & pepper

one day i sat
& stared at a
billboard for
hours, the words
made no literal
sense to me, the
image did not
match up with
the words, the
torn corner of
the sticky paper
a harbinger of
things to come

oh these neanderthal
implements we use
to make hay, to
amp the pulse
of our ticking hours,
why are we so ill-
equipped to make
the jump from
thoughts to words

whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?
whispeRcanyouhear me?

this flagon of twisted
mist that i spill, vapors
for me & you