Psychopath Of Indiscriminate Noise Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Psychopath Of Indiscriminate Noise



Breaking into the silence like pistol shots she
explodes her jo-jo, hey, jo, then the machine
gun fire as rapid syllables bubbles forth like a
wave breaking on the hallowed silence of the
translation beach, making a mockery of our
whispered conversations to respect the right
of others to think as they try to decipher the
opaque words of our fellow journeymen on
the road to accomplishment –

I switch on a loud march with André Rieu
shouting an irreverent hallo and informing
the Maastrichters how glad he is to be home –
and his three tenors singing the Chianti Lied
everyone individually so that the voices over-
lap and irritate the ear, my concentration is
broken and I start to calculate how long to wait
before tackling the white chocolate that will
cause double vision and -

Take me nearer to the grave, as Nessun Dorma
is belted out in uneven harmony I wish for release
from the agitation caused by my colleague’s lack
of consideration - rather short-term release of pain
than spending my last days in jail for murdering this
psychopath of indiscriminate noise in the office

[23 January 2014]

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