Long Visionarysound Poems

Waiting For An Interview.

Everything is deathly still in the grey office lounge.
A young man sits as silent as the plants beside the door.
Not a drop of wind stirs, not a sound nor greeting heard
Except  for the man biting his nails  down to the quick.

Licking dry lips nervously from time to time
He casts eyes  towards the clock every few seconds,
 but  even time stands still.
He crosses his legs shaking one foot at
a steady  rythm….  One. two …one.. two
Yet no one moves ,no one speaks

Then as his name is called rigid knees  thrown suddenly into action
 crack awake as the man lurches forward with stiffened gait
 a confident smile  flashing accross his face.
but I feel something more, something he endeavors to conceal.


I  feel the electrified tension ricochet off those grey walls
shocking my scalp with static volts.
I  hear  too his erratic heart beats  and sense  the paralyzing panic
 ripping through his gut.
And in that quiet office  building these transmitted sensations 
are  louder  even than the sound of silence.