if we at all labyrinthed hearing one
thing, the synthesis twixt ear / lip trips
wrong. if songs longing to ring true crack
apart, so sound smashes in earbowls
to omelets of curdled interpretation. not
speaking yellow but hell no. not sunny side
up but run, runny; sundered connections flip-
flopped from the pan of brain to the tongue,
fried. communication fired up with mis-
understandings turns toast. words’ inner-
most piggies split, pickled in fracture.
if at all hear: we must move forward
together, say: we just lose borders; forget her. for-
give the sin in us it’s tinnitus / hammers banging
at anvils of reason. drunken worlds sink
through silk-clogged ears & we tower
babble, scrabbling through muddled meaning.
old views slip onto skewed / skewered news. verb-
alize: darling, I’m trusting some future,
wide horizons, and we’re all praying for
the next / clean phase — then hear / say:
pardon, I’m lost in computerized
Highlands and we’re all slain
for the wet, green maze.
