Migraine: An Ode to Noise

Migraine: An Ode to Noise by Jack A.S. Dunce I see the chirping birds on swaying trees, but hear only the garbled noise within. I know the droning buzz of busy bees, Yet in my head they fly with raucous din. The many times I've seen this day begin, I seem to always fall for the same stuff -- The Ode to Joy on a strident violin With the vinly's grooves already worn rough. It's on these days, I truly want to say enough. ©️pgmr 11/30/2024