whenever
the earworm
burrows
deep
inside my skull
writhing in
repetition
murdering my
peace
leaving me
to
beg for sleep…
i begin to loop
'Gnossienne No.1'the worm
turns to
engorge itself
on wandering
melancholic
melodies
cuts its teeth
on leaves of
mysteriously
unresolved chords…
soon
it is satisfied
retreats to a branch
spins a cocoon
and
waits for spring
dew
to emerge
and fly
anywhere
but
here