Singing.
Humming.
Tippy tapping
Sighing.
Oh my-ing.
Chitty chatting.
Blah blah blah-ing.
Ooh la la-ing.
Swooning.
Crooning.
Toodle-ooh-ing.
Snitty snitching.
diphthong hitching.
Moooooaaaaaaaning.
Harumphing.
Muttering something.
In vocal bliss
I somehow miss
the cloth to which
all sounds are stitched
and practice
oral violence.
Broken now,
I lean toward
I love this stanza,
“In vocal bliss
I somehow miss
the cloth to which
all sounds are stitched
and practice
oral violence….”
especially as it follows that verbal scat you’ve been singing. And especially that it’s in rhyme.
I’m not quite sure what you have in mind for the closing, though, with the hanging thought. I’m leaning too, but can’t see it.
praying
silence …
hmm. i thought the violence rhyme would lead right into it …. oops. need to rethink it …