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
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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