The Poet's Curse

Words swirling around me churning thoughts

that never stop every minute

fitting together the pieces

to construct its gigantic mound

of a jigsaw puzzle

and I can't help but wonder

working diligently with his brothers

each word one of a million tiny shards

or a telescope used to view a fire ant

is it like this

In noise cancellation mode

in a thousand colors

2nd generation AirPod Pros

for every creative soul?

like white noise generated by my

with no picture to use as a guide

drowning out my wife's question

deafening voices

struggling to pull into focus

cracking its 3 telephoto lenses

the details of the most mundane task

dropped carelessly on a concrete sidewalk

in my waking life

like a space grey iPhone 15 max

(as I try to get my finger

of my high-efficiency washing machine)

to push the start button