Tonight my mind is trapped in a sound-proof room,
thought-proof also, even golf-proof.
Golf-proof: not to be driven from my mind
(requiring a putt at best).
Sound-proof, except for the tinnitus:
the two discordant notes ignorant of sound-proofing,
immune to atom bombs and rock and roll,
disrespectful of rest, faithless to comas,
resistant to poetry, and persistent to death
(though I hope not).
Thought-proof: now, certainly.
Jan. 27, 2013