Listen

hearing the poetry surrounding you

Listen
By Pixie Bruner

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The only pure language is poetry.



Other than customer service complaints from

Nanni about Ea-nāṣir’s poor quality copper

and the endless inventories and laws,

the first writing was poetry.



Once we strip down the to-do lists

and proofread and do the data entry

run the errands, pay the bills,

consume what is being sold,

pick up the prescriptions,

check the tyres,

have a quick meal,

make obligatory calls and emails,

binge watch the big hit show

to discuss with coworkers who

know nothing else about you

wash our faces, forget to moisturize,

when you remove all the extraneous

dull bullshit of life ™️-

there’s only poetry.



There is a song at the bottom of your coffee cup.

There is a hymn in that kiss on your cheek.

There is an elegy in the commute.

The cellar spider has seen things you would not believe.

The shadow people are really a Greek chorus doing verse.

There is a mermaid hiding in your garbage disposal.

There is music in the bed springs and headboard.

there is a fairytale in your garden right now.

That scandalous garden party in your sickly succulent.

The monster under your bed has a story to tell.

Your reflection has a poem

that it is keeping secret from you,

but it’s whispering it through the glass.

The souvenir conch shell on your bookcase

last recorded the call of the siren.

It can be listened to

without having to stopper your ears.



Just press your ear to everything to listen



Then just write the poem!