Is There Any Escape From Noise

Is there any escape from noise? A crash, a rattle, a spoon in a cup No rest for the wicked Insistent buzzing piled up Blaring horns Lighted signs Engines screaming in ears So many angered red faces Social media fears To sit idle and quiet Zazen tonic for nerves An improbable concept Driven on life’s oil slick’d curves To slow To ponder To throttle it back Oh, to step off of pavement Rip out thick knotted phone jacks But too much is this burden Our man made bundle of sticks Tied up with blood ribbons Taking selfies for kicks Not to know is too much knowing Plagued by asking such questions Turn thoughts off with pop-ups Start the binge watching session.