I bite deep into the wood
and get it good and strong
my jawbone megaphone
I’m all about vibration
That real child of atom
conductor of moves
those silent grooves
we flip-turn-play
tabletop ballet
The words? Who gives a shit
holes on the page
rail through my reed
the hall of my head
caged in birdsong
The old lonesome silence
a silent film, my bit part
a cop car is nothing
a screaming child means nothing
in every crowded room, I'm alone
But now I’m a bulb,
screw me in
explode me in light
