Words on a Turn-Table

I threw words onto my turn-table.
Increased it�s volume
And let it blast my tympanum
To pieces.

Words scrabbling on the turn-table
Spinning
A psychedelic tune
I could not understand

I snatched at
What my small palms could hold
While a few slipped away
And fell into cracks between parquet tiles.

Hastily words were huddled
Into a pillow case
And a pillow shoved in.
Words suffocated.

I lay on bed
Head on a turn-table.

Heng Siok Tian

This poem graphically illustrates what can happen when words take on a life of their own a slip out of one�s control.