Sound Salad

[Degorram]

I wanted a sound-salad,

so I went into the kitchen

with a ladle in my hand.

 

I beat my pots

and tossed in as well

a drawer-full of silver wear

onto the linoleum floor.

 

For garnish I turned on all the faucets,

and for bite I left the kettle whistling.

 

I kicked the cabinets,

let the doors slam,

rattled all the contents

 

then knocked over a standing glass of wine

so that it shattered and bled,

and its seeping was silent.

 

I globbed on shouts,

shredded a block of curses.

 

And my salad of sound was ready

when my throat gave out.