July 21, 2006

honk honk



no horn section, please

honk honk
a tapestry of thrills,
the shrill sound of silence -
is absent!

no,
its not a distaste
for Miles, Armstrong,
or even Dizzy -
only irony!

beep beep
"Please don't - blow -
your horn"
it reads
it pleads.

blank gonk,
a quintet of
ignorance and glances
away from the message
at hand.

listen closely,
i tell my colleagues...
semiotics, unfortunately
has failed us here
beautifully!

embrace
jazz, voice,
screamhushsound
and let out a deep
siiiiigh.

we all
go honk honk when we try to say,
a n d try we do,
in a sundry different
ways.

3 comments:

The pleasure seeker said...

I like it. It's so cute. :-)

Jiling 林基玲 said...

moo moo
goes the fat cow
gnawing grass on the roadside
moo

moooo
i coo back
as i speed down the 12
moooo

hello?
i shout down into the canyon
red walls mocking back at me
helloooo!

i love you
i whisper into the phone
visualizing you on the other side
lovelovelove

archana said...

i like your poem.