Sunday, November 08, 2015


What's that sound I'm hearing?
The ticking of the clock,
Layered with the sound of the clothes drying,
The odd car on the block,

There's a gurgling in my stomach right now,
It's fluids, not hunger,
My breath has been struggling a bit today,
And when I strain my lungs it is louder,

I turn my neck to watch the howling wind,
There are cracks when I do,
A glug-glug aft' the shuffle of my reach,
To grab my half-filled brew,
It's all music!
Proof that I am alive,
Shame on those for whom sounds grate on their nerves,
I'd rather my ears bleed than find I've died.

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