Friday, May 04, 2012

Cricket in the desk

How many decibel
A cricket in the desk
Blasting eardrums
Plugs in my head
Play a better tune 

I stare
At yellow stained curtains
Into the fan’s rotation
Again and again 
I left the closet open
Green metal, stickers veneering
Army style, armoured insects
Creeping inside, preparing for war

All covered 
In layers of dust
Mixed with sweat 
Protects from ozone depletion
Windows latticed, 
Smog burns my breath
If there is fire 
I lock myself
Into the closet’s dark air

Sitting next to a moth
Eating the nerves of my dress
I wait for the cricket
To burn to silence