Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

Earworms

EARWORMS

peaceful music mantra
to staunch the flow 
of blood. Rushing 
through my bent brain 
buzz racing faster
than a freight train
such futility gives
pleasure. Like a
torpid inert joke or
passing tune that
adheres itself .Glued
pasted provoked 
EARWORMS
that won’t let go

I succumb..
to impending implosions

I play..
self indulgent songs
EARWORMS
to get me out
of my own way



© Kim van Breda

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Andrea Dietrich September 16, 2015 at 10:41 PM wow, I see I am not alone in hearing those earworms playing in my mind. VERY nicely portrayed. Great metaphor!! Just had to look this one up after what you told me.