Wednesday, May 14, 2008

A poem is different on the page than on the screen,
amidst the din of competing voices, where everything
makes noise, and the monitor sheds heat like a dashboard
in the sun, and the words elide and tantalize with the promise
of just one click and there is the grail and boredom is no more, not
like the page, surrounded by white space and silence, other voices
shuttered in their covers on the shelves nearby, and that
antiphonal silence is what I would capture if I could,
as if I could point at nothing and say 'that's it.'

1 comment:

JackFool said...

Yeah, like that!

Very nice, Mike.