words

all that i can hear
is the clicking of a mouse,
a rodent on speed
and the clacking of keys
as you hammer out your thoughts
on the keyboard like morse code
whose meaning is kept hidden from me.

click clack. click clack.
all that i can hear,
click clack, click clack,
and the vibration of your phone
like a death rattle in the throats of gods
and a lighter tapping on its quiet
little keys, tip tap, tip tap,
click clack. tip tap.

otherwise, it is quiet
for you cannot hear my thoughts
as they propel further inward
with locomotive fervor lacking control
and silent despite its weight
and the slow grating halt
of substance on substance.

-S.C. Martinez