Fuzz Sound

pshhhhhshshhshhhshshhhhshshhshshhhh

It’s raining! It’s pouring!

I wrote words then went snoring!

Walking in the Wind Before the Storm

Skin’s a porous border
of bubble and crack.

Shirt’s a woven weed
sewn into sleeves.

Jacket’s a breaker of wind,
a deflector of spitted cloud flecks.

Wind’s the motion 
of the invisible all present.

Wind presses Jacket presses Shirt presses Skin

Body’s a containment,
the connectors and connected.

Body presses Skin presses Shirt presses Jacket

Water’s a circle
of circles; it flows.

Wind presses Water presses Jacket presses Body

Sweat’s a transport system
traversing in and out.

Body presses Sweat presses Skin presses Shirt

Dream’s the not that is
when it isn’t the is that’s not.

Dream presses Wind presses Sweat presses Body

Real’s a moment 
with a memory.

Real presses Body presses Wind presses Dream

The invisible stuff stuffs itself along cochlea hairs;
everything becomes fuzz. And it begins to rain.

in wordy wordiness,

Walter