November 8, 2012

• adventures in snoring

  it is 3:19am.

  there’s a monster in my living room and it keeps changing shapes.

  at least the sounds imply as much 

  there’s the one that sounds like two balloons rubbing together

  what demented clown twisted together a viola such as this? 

  its mournfull dirge

  and we have the north wind ,it’s haunted icy whistle

  then we have the chainsaw made of meat, raspy flappy

  and my favorite

  the lovecraftian ‘unnamable one’

  how is it possible for a sound to have tentacals?

  i think it eats puppies,i swear i heard wimpering barks

  its quite now, is it plotting?

  whats worse its perched on top of a sound amplifying air mattress.

  i sit in the dim glow of my lap top screen anticipating the next metamorphosis.

  dont speak the ancient ones name

  dont think it!!

  ive been sitting here for a few minutes in relative quiet,

  there something stirring in the dark!?

  an alligator on rollerskates inside a wooden box, i think.

  honestly one of the strangest collections of sounds….oh,here comes that chainsaw.

  think im gonna sleep in the tub.

  good morning.

  was that curly?

  i thought i heard a ‘woop woop woop’ 

   

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