it's white noise takes you <br />slowly through the ceiling <br />rising like steam, up a newly opened register <br />rising, rising to a steady hiss; subtle, subtle <br />it feels like this.. <br /> <br />like gauze curtains on static panes <br />like Georgette bedspreads and chiffon trains <br />stiff brides like fondant on tri-layered cakes <br />like cake makeup, and long white gloves, <br />rushing white light before the films run out.. <br /> <br />spiraling careless around the spools, <br />when nobody’s taken the cartridge off, <br />while electric eels jump in meaningless graffiti <br />writhing random dirges, from muted lips <br />blue-white rushing once-blizzards of words.. <br /> <br />if the dead could hear, they'd report white noise <br />pressing on their eyelids and vocal cords <br />buzz-sawing ears with piano-cut wire <br />but only hissing in deaf, toneless key- <br />completely gone when white noise takes me.. <br /> <br />carnival fugues go roaring on by <br />never pausing to explain or why <br />white noise calls, like phantom waterfalls <br />like changing channels, in dead of night- <br />You can see it sparking hidden flashes of light- <br /> <br />and that’s the white noise; <br />the first moments of time- <br />spreading from black holes, into the white.. <br /> <br />filling up the Ether, filling so much <br />white is its color white is its touch <br />twisting white filaments like fishing wire <br />it’s cool and collected it has no fear <br />it's always talking, whenever you're near- <br />shh- it's talking right now- you hear?<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-white-noise-takes-you/
