A pair of Beats headphones
the blaring symphony of this so-called music—
remains to be an escape.
A dingy gray hooded sweater
a scared individual in my own universe.
To tune out the horrid sounds
of the outside world,
I will do anything, I swear!
Such extraneous talk is not worth my absorption.
It should be outlawed to openly discuss
celebrity activities and political miscues—
well, outside of coffee shops and pubs at least.
But I’ll settle for these headphones,
my conductors of encomium,
transmitters of pertinent information,
as my outlet from impurity and bullshit.
2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as BLACK ANGEL