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:

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

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  2. 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

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  3. i like your poem.

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