Static endures like the stranded Cosmonaut . . .
if only one could capture the electricity
from laundry & people—
sleeves hugging sleeves for weeks
trousers enjoined at belt & thigh
or the snap spark from a fingertip—
I have read accounts of men “speaking static”
w/ one another usually in advance of fisticuffs—
(to capture that!) & I begin to dwell on
walls! paint! has anyone
applied a stethoscope to a boulder?
what if we manufactured an oil sands sandpaper
& clattered it together one page per hand
like a toy monkey or cymbal crasher; what if?
like a toy monkey or cymbal crasher; what if?
for 2015 NaPoWriMo sonnet #8: Interview with the Team Captain after the Big Game
for 2015 NaPoWriMo sonnet #10: Interview with a Yes Man
