The Novel Project
If only it were all
in collaboration in between
each partition
as if to keep pace
with the destruction
of so much raw literature
inventing a mind altering novel.
Are roaring from the silences,
not so much out as clicking or clacking,
but swift as a fierce rattling;
are overloading keys
with creativity outpouring
fast enough
to win the brand new war?
to change the world
as every story claims you will do.?
With all our thoughts
and opinions conveniently
contained in some brand new
museum of voices
(does until the boss strolls in)
Does, in this little reverie
he minimizes,
the parturitions of the story,
and removes the soundtrack buds
that clear these muffles of
mumbles he catches the ends of
("Woah... truly working fast")
does the Smell of a smoked lingers
out of the cubicle,
-that burning heart, rubber rippled
fascination that follows him-
("We appreciate your dedication
and intend to give you a raise.")
...Does he awake olfactories?
- as the boss glares
at the astonishing data entry
then back into him -
waking from the creamed
reeking heart on fire
- and quickly removing the headphones, entagling their streams.
Do the others
catch it ripe wrought with angry
wrinkled eternity?