Bamboo

 

Bamboo

the ringing in
one’s ear is
not desire but

language the song
of another mouth
moving in a

different wind the
music is nothing
it is all

and has no
substance but that
shaped inside beyond

thought like growth
in a seed
there simply there

* * *

Something written in the 80s. My, how time has flown…

22 thoughts on “Bamboo

  1. Coincidence? No, my ears are always ringing. But, I’m listening to The Claypool Lennon Delirium as I read this, creating a three-way intersection (or, technically, six-way — before and after this intersection — but I digress) of ringing, song, and the seed planted by your words.

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