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Dramatic Noise
in the next motel
room, someone's
talking, with volume,
on a telephone.
words get stripped
of their wordness
as they pass through
stuccoed sheet rock.
so what i
hear sounds like
the intense language
of a huge insect
that is related
to a small
electric drill.
it's fascinating.
there's drama
in this noise.
hearing the words
would diminish
that. the noise can
be an argument
about anything.
i'm sad when
the sound stops
and the walls
of the room
i am in begin
to advance on
me, flashing their badges
of splendid, cheap
mass-produced art.
Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom
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