Going Off Again
Poem 12 from my chapbook "As Glamorous as a Kidney"
By Michael ButorovichPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
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I pound these keys so
Fuckin’ hard that the
Device moves across
The desk and I’ll
Have to reposition
It back to the center
Of my desk.
{
I wonder how loud it
Sounds in the middle
Of the night
Cracking life into
The dead silence?
..
Sometimes there is
Only stillness
{
Or these fingers press
On the keyboard slowly.
..
It is daytime now.
{
Though outside of
Here the sound of voices
And cars fill the
Ambience it does not
Lower the decibel of
These letter-heads
Beating scars onto
The sheet nore does it
Soften the blows which
Cause this machine to
Jump to the left.
{
My work is not gentle
But it is soothing.
}
Filter to April 13, 2017
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I like it!! Beating scars; not gentle but soothing. Great job.