Residual

I bounce between

          the edges of the frame

My words

          you’ve learned to relegate

     to the background

                 as a lulling hum 

             for sleeping

My presence tolerated as such

   Though most times avoided

 But there are times 

you reach out 

           with morbid-like curiosity

And I respond 

           with a

stinging clinging pop

As you laugh

         and curse my communication

But it’s all I know

    Bristling

 And prickling

    Seeking

  To transmit 

more than my simple subtle quiet hiss

My crackling scream for attention

     So easy to turn down

to tune out

But I promise

    If you listen close

   There is more

       buried within the noise