ear plugs
|
ear plugs
ear plugs
left ear is killing me
it’s 97 in the shade
the a/c is broken
have to go in the pool
peddled to rite-aid
18 kinds of ear-plugs
asked pharmacist
“ excuse me, which kind
works best the little christmas-trees
or the silly-putty”
(blank look)
“well they’re both OK, i guess,
so which ever you think will
be more comfortable”
(six year of drug school
to learn how to count pills
and put them into bottles)
I got the christmas trees
peddled back- sweating –
huffing – puffing – ear pounding
took 3 motrin -
jump in – get wet - ahhhhhhhhhh
put the plugs in.
i’m deaf (panic) they work too good !!
tear them out – i'm not deaf
screw them back and start swimming around
splashing, kicking, squirting the panting old dog-
motrin kicks in...i’m wet cool and happy
get out –dry off...sit in lawn chair –
so quiet- so peaceful- oh the plugs are still in
leave them in ……..kick back…gaze around
tree tops telling secrets
ballerina sprinklers
smiling dogs
sleeping wind
meditating umbrellas
statue phones
painted canvas birds
squirrels wearing slippers
glass silent tumbling water
unplugged music
carpeted streets
falling feather clouds
all quite like
the moment before
a mid-day sleep
poetography 2009 copyright
|
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.