motors are the mantra * 9/21/13

Motors are the mantra,

that sacred neighborhood summer sound.

So many motor monks all-chanting along;

jack hammers, lawn mowers,

blowers, drills and saws,

pool motors, trimmers, weed whackers

and professional sprayers,

industrial carpet cleaner generators

housed in the deep of dark van innerds,

basking air conditioning base units, 

water pumps, occasional airplanes

and low flying helicopters.

All monks of different kinds, come chiming in.

Motor mantras all repetitiously ongoing

to fill the day with the constancy

of this monotone chant.

Maybe far in the background,

traffic noise joining in, adding some sense

of chorus to the sound.

Of course this background addition

includes motor cycles,

slightly off key or tone deft to start,

but electric as women and gas driven as men.

A mixed choir, really without an attending audience, 

yet with very much in respect

or admiration in response.

Sing along is somewhat surprising.

Audio irritant is as a practical reality.

There are no visible billboards in the neighborhood 

but invisible audio- billboards abound.

At best, I perceive it as a monastery,

with all kind of monks chanting,

all around . . .