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