Dilapidated Headphones

Dilapidated Headphones
By: James Dubeau

Head nodding
Bouncing back and fourth
To the melody
Screaming across
Dilapidated headphones
Pulsing
Throbbing
Gyrating
Along the beat
Hammering through bone
Reducing gray matter
To painful mush
Sharp cornered plastic
Cuts into ears
Leaving flesh soft
Bruised and bloody
But it is all a relief
From the daily grind
An escape
From harsh realties
Of a life lived
On the edge of poverty
On the edge of starvation
On the edge of death
Only the music
Brings solace