Six Notebooks

Drowning the mind with

Sound, with the sound

With the sound, drums and

Guitars and sound, drowning the

Mind with sound, drowning the

Mind with drums and guitar

And maybe some some singing or

Shouting of some words, the lyrics

Over the sound, drowning the

Thoughts with sound, disconnecting

The seething anger, of this morning

Waking at four-thirty am seething

At the state of the world, this is

Multiple choice, with answer D being

All of the above, drowning

The thoughts with sound, pure

The rock with the roll, and

Someone said I am not God

Or they said

You are not God

I feel this was a mistake

Not giving me the job

Because Someone is sleeping

And, once again, I have been made

Aware that I am not God and

So, with some coffee or a bit more

Headphones clapped tight drowning

Out the mind, seething into

The rock, the roll with guitars

And drums and I guess a bass

Drowning it out, trying to

Find a way through the day

Or just the next ten minutes

Without future regret

At what I would break now

 

PWS 2023.10.25