Infinity sounds like this

Infinity sounds like this

melody manque
text-ure
black coffee cup -cough-ee
tandem addictions ride head long
panic strikes- heart stops - recoil
flee go around get to the
outside air-space

i thought i glimpsed the moon
it was a slowly revolving
lit up cross in the Oakland sky
i thought about visiting the church below
a little later i thought about going
into a movie that already started
it is a Zuni fetish of mine

he got off the bike & sat back down at the fountain
he thought about cotton candy
& water melon pickles
carry down the sum
of the Tigris & the Euphates
in human tears & earthly minutes
(kohl and lace)
musk & mules
2 kivas that meet and form one
earth & sun

asonic bells bring momentary
pain relief clouds merge (red with)
to stencil his radiant design
dissipates into flawed seconds we carry forth
into the dancers rattles
in each circle
the sound of seeds being cracked
timb-r thee tree fell silently.

Yow

YOW! Bit hard
the inside of my mouth.
Why the hell does this happen every time I write a poem?
Chewing away on the
rubbery gristle of
undigestable thoughts
I've inadvertantly devoured
the inside corner of my lip.
Poetry should never be
this hard.

Tune

i.

if sound were a chamber, walls with windows,

(like the inside of my head)

the sounds my mind makes would be

more crisp than yowl

more staccato than inflammatory

an incisive moment of all-sound

cacaphonic not symphonic

i don't know where to carry the boombox of me to

where to play the music that is me, that my thinking

produces. it feels like there's no where

in the freeway and mower hum a day world

airplane guzzlebuzz

for me, perhaps the faroff noon birdsong

is closer, better than clocktick

maybe i sound

more like apple blossoms, less like garbage truck

more rockshine, less garlic press

more chimetone, less crow caw

more magnolia flower spires and azalea blasts, less truck roar and brakegash

ii.

mother dying in a hospital bed

dying more quickly than you or i

at the asymptotic almost-null point

where time expands outward

bridging monstrous chasms

this is when all sound falls away

when time opens up like the ruddy giddy

shutter-stop caesura

between standing up

and finding yourself passed out on the floor

five nurses clucking

iii.

may time always carry us so,

some times a bridge, some time is a gurney

comes to a close, pushes us through the pinprick

(needleprick)

into something more spacious than this, something

fabulous, more like flying carpets, less like hospital gowns

iv.

when my mind, the sound chamber

of me, recomposes itself

after this rattleblast hospital trauma

(only a moment of witnessing the endless trauma that is her daily ken)

settles, how will this have changed my whistle?

what will the acoustics be like

in my headstrong head?

i pray for choral tuning, bell-like, amphoric

so that is my word, my one word, my fe-fye-fo

TUNE TUNE TUNE TUNE

blow across the lid of me

wind of making

tune me whole

This Week's Prompt: Approaching the One syllable - Containing Infinity

Words like Om (Aum) - represent single syllable sounds encompassing many sounds within them.

Yowl. Craw. Plume. Swee. Gong. Chuff. Flum.

What single-syllable sound would you choose for your epiphany? And what poem would express and context that sound?

A potentially fruitful tangent:

(A poet's rendering:) Asymptotes in math represent that the closer you get to a point, the more infinite the space remaining.

Related lyrics for a riff:

Slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

How can a sound be a chamber for sounds within it?

Labels: yowl, poem, poet's moniker

Graphic credit - Wikimedia - Asymptote - in context