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
