The Quiet Room

defective restraints
bound by dictionary round-a-bouts
circumnavigating
a spurious globe
(travel in it’s purest form)
spelling out
Todd Rundgren’s
“International feel”
word for word
sound by sound
noting chords
::feeling renewed if not ancient, sacrosanct if not regressed::
disowning words
surrounding the  ones you were searching for————
checking out stragglers
signaling sleepy feckless guard dogs
taciturn
solid as gold
molten like metal
that know
she identifies as
Elizabeth Bermuda
all the while
pestering
garnet hued passers by for 10 cents
slapping their bellies if they say no
and clapping their ears
if
they offer less.