Afflatus

peg-leg deficiency

i’m blocking you out from my ears

because my ears don’t like to hear about order

and my ears, in their displeasure,

will ultimately send these messages of order

onto my terminating brain. 

then. well.

if only you were so much softer

and i could block you with a gentle

but insistent palm to the mouth,

stifling,

if only you were so much colder

and i could suitably heat you

like a microwaveable dinner

and make you buzz

(so uncommonly, like a shot-up

live mosquito), and vibrate and forget

your lowly paisley-patterned order.

if only you were so much sooner

maybe my ears would cease in their civil revolt

and bend closer.

listen. 

if you were softer colder sooner my crash

need not buckle itself against your back, my fall

need not employ itself in your feet, my ache

need not situate itself in your brain

(the very brain which employs the message to the mouth

to the ears

to the receiving brain)

  

be quiet! i am sick of your stream and seamless

brooklike babbling, i am terminally ill with it,

i have been taking liquid medicine (still to no avail)

i have aching in my brain and you

do not want to see the result. 

i am blocking you out.