"the South Pole on Fire"

"These are the layered sounds of my current condition. The sounds of living in a world of constant chatter. Unbearably, brokenly blissful small talk comes free with a beverage. What if we could hear everything at once? I’m Recording the horror of a 24 hour Television mouth, barking into a couch sponge. The hammer in the bell. Dog meow tickles hair on the back of my neck. People mowing lawnchair beercans. All day, every day. Couch's cushions crinkle from the weight of 1000 greasy lunches. Drum beats pumping from every orifice, thru every head. Eardrum windows. Engines protruding audio antenna larva. Muffler vomit. The wind scrapes on tree limbs waxing the insects’ footsteps, as I scribble down wav. file computer doodles of buzzing light bulbs. I hear Chewing. Hungry again. Mouths. Ears.. It can never be silent."