Your voice sounds like a brown oak seed
muffled in the layers of soil
like someone has just fallen off a mule
like wind and rain blowing on the side of a mountain
like a rusty metal angel, like someone grating cheese
on a cheese grater, like a mouse chanting a lullaby,
an apple stuffed in a pie,
a ball being thrown
a baby hugging a bear.
Like a coyote howling in the wind,
like bee flying in an ear
like hundreds of flies swarming,
a secret papaya, an alpha wolf
with a case of depression
like a boat chasing the sunset
like a man in a coma,
a rapper high on sugar, like fallen
cherry blossoms torn, like a lamppost
illuminating the pitch black of night,
the sound of bongos filling the air,
a gorilla riding an airplane like a skateboard,
the sound of a harp luring a beast into endless sleep,
like the swish of a basketball when it hits nothing but net
like a river sweeping fish downstream
like an army of mutants fishing for fish
and burning their bread, like a single puppy
in a room full of cats, like a berry bush in a desert,
like 2 cats in a cradle,
like 21 basses hitting the lowest key
like the sound I heard while having my lunch
and someone came in and started to sing.