Clamourous Silence

 
not so quiet tonight
timers and gadgets buzzing a riot
walls japanesque and windows amplify
the wind-speak of engined beasts

even on my bed the linen starch
marches as a troop at my every rustle
kung fu cats role "hiss... camera... action!" 
then, stunt-grunts and blade-swipes

floorboards creak closer to hear the subtitles
from frost crackles through glass panes
the high tide crashes defiantly
against the coasts of my nostrils

but the secrets of the deep don't make it ashore
to scatter away into master forest scrub
instead they remain in my weary head
megladons and leviathans cast shaddows
while crustaceans snap protests to the editor

then the sonic booms ripple their overlays
its the yellow submarine warning my sunken ship that
war is sleeping drunk on the doorstep
i hope those mating mangies don't wake him up