department clip

and now the mix is right.

tonight we are alive to say but two things; please and thank you.
and the saddest part is the fact that i am conflicted to the point
where i am feeling impolite and hesitant.
this is hard: letting go of what i want, but what you have designed.
isn't this a time for us, for me the architect/the product/the bowl,
to let it wash?
to let the irrelevance just pass. to let it go.

so you must speak into the microphone, and i will not touch these settings.


call to prayer

my grandmother brings a gift of a teal clock.
the plastic sits atop a bookcase and it stares:
it is a call to prayer.
through a plastic shield the speaker says:
this is electronic holy Qur'an
this is the popsicle-stick crucifix
this is abraham or hitler
this is his holiness the dalai lama in exile.

the gold crowned timepiece
sets it's course for the hour of two
to play it's message

that i will ignore.