Lost My Damn Headphones
Ears being tortured
by the feeble music
on the jukebox,
mind sporadic,
losing my train of thought
to Madonna.
Ideas mottled
by conversations
like something gnawing on wood
in my ears.
My horrors
are hidden from me
by the likes of Beyonce’
blaring throughout the place,
mucking up
my mental pathways.
I usually write in my local bar with my MP3 player on
and as the title suggests I had lost my headphones one night.
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