by Janee J. Baugher
Fists of sound, fitting the regularities of life.
Super Big Gulp lidded cups straws whooshing up and down
Zippo lighters flickering to flames
Tin garbage pail drumming
Garbage pail lids clapping
Every object to its own music.
Newspapers snapped open crumpling
Pots, cans, oil barrels metaling
Milk crates set down on the floor tap, tap, tap
Plastic pails bongo, bongo, bongo, bongo
Without shop-made instruments, mother of imagination.
Rope and switches slapping the floor snap
Boxes of matchsticks rattling
Formation of plungers suctioning
Tape measures snapping back spirals
Take something in your hand let the notes rise, an endless crescendo.
Brown lunch sacks crunching
Lunch sacks blown up boom
Booms across a sand-scatter floor grainy swish swish
Water in jugs galumphing
Stomp, stomp for home-made music,
vibrations under skin,
life’s songs in your very own hands.