Busting Eardrums
JCD Kerwin

My ears bleed
when
music rips,
matches the pounding of the tips
of my toes
on concrete.
Vibrations tangle
and
explore my organs;
they traverse the goop,
as I slowly turn
into acoustic soup.

I’d rather explode
than listen to
the cacophonic tune
of such a noisy world.

(October 2014)