use a pencil
sound behind
your ear for
a rotary note,
if not an oar,
when a dinghy
don’t float,
then a semaphore,
those never
drown out what
time background
noise annoys
who’ll be short,
lee to shore,
quarreling a
storm room door
like a fissure,
mad as can be —
‘Don’t you now,
too, dinner’s cold’