Crow Friday: Waxy Buildup

Also posted in Poetry Passion.

Don’t flush, don’t drain

my ears, Doc

then I’ll be able to hear.

I’ll hear all the chatter

in the coffee house

and won’t enjoy

my Americano in quiet.

I’ll hear the sound

of my neighbor’s stereo

or the rooster crowing

before I’m ready to wake up.

It’s better that I don’t know

what Trump is doing next

or what Bill Maher has to say

about all this political bullshit.

Don’t drain my ears, Doc.

I don’t need a hearing aid, either.

Let the wax in my ear canal build up.

I’m perfectly fine

living my life in the dark.

©️mft