Noises Poem by danielle loven

whispering demons
abacus noises
latch onto one another
growing infinitely in long combinations
ringing in my throbbing ears
and shrinking indefinitely in meaning
clinging to the uninitiated and unprepared
we religiously trap them behind bars
each one has its own cell
separated in fear of overtaking us
somehow they always manage to clump together
having fled from our traps
and seeking exile in our weak minds
we can only watch in despair as
they reproduce in a devilishly calculated fashion