A clattering of sounds

Disturbs clear thought

Dual vibrations abound

Then, mind is caught



Deal with where it's going

And try to ignore the rasp

Or give up bestowing ...

And then just knock it in half



Which one now most annoys?

Which one is most aggravating?

The chatter or the noise? ...

It's only when contemplating



Alternate lines now employed

For this requires concentration

Like a new chess game deployed

Lines steeped in consternation



As golden hues in a honey jar

Brimming with airy palpitations ...

Turned upside-down upon the bar

Waiting for an apt destination



Getting ready to spoon, then cap

Quickly, before a mess is made

As our life's filled from a vat ...

And not from any single trade 



As vibes fill mind with thought

On two levels, and in-between

There are adventures brought

Upon keyboard and upon screen



Dual vibrations sound out their clamor

Deal with them, and reduce their effect

Then write broader thoughts enamored

With tangents which are quite suspect ...



Perhaps 'tis better to resume the clatter

Which so breaks up the sounds of time

Than to deal with this ever wider spatter

From which readers will have to climb ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11am Wed. October 7th, 1998