Dance 2 Noise 005 (a poem)

Written while listening to a Japanese artist’s cover of Culture Club’s ‘Miss Me Blind’ on a rainy, slightly blustery evening…

Odd sounds come from the brown boxes
connected to the silver box
connected to the black box
containing the spinning aluminum disc
full of cover songs spit across its surface
in tiny pits too small for the eye to see

The songs are familiar
but something is off
as though they missed something
in the translation
something they just couldn’t
wrap their tongues around

Meanwhile, the newborn spring
pretends it is autumn
with a chill in the air
rain pounding down to earth
from clouds grey and jagged
that few will ever see

You say you’ll miss me
all evidence to the contrary…

(25 March 2015—posted March 26)