Mechanical Beast

To tame these
Compositional creatures
I require an eye of fire.

Temper taught thoughts
Creating confusion
Is the ire of my desire.

Timed touchless tasks,
Clockwork combustion,
Oh! mechanical choir
that will never tire.

Listening to Sound Talk

They talked in sounds- 

     their words beat

     into each others ears.

I can pick out their lyrics

Yet have no ear to hear the lyre.

     -their brains, little turtle

     shells with strings.

High pitches of excitements

and bass meant for basements.

     “Have you heard this?”

     “Have you heard that?”

Zen of screaming,

     lower case, hammer claw,

          mariachi, bachata, schranz

I watched their tongues dance-

    on and on into the night,

         listening in awe.