The Silence To Lip Sync Poem by Mark Heathcote

Again and again, I just can't read.
This world is too busy in its stampede.
Shouting and stamping, millipede
Stir-crazy-feet slamming gates
Coughing and laughing.

This world - it's just too bloody-
Annoying, cars keep honking.
Dogs keep barking and baying.
And the phone keeps ringing!
How on earth does one locate?

The silence to lip sync
Too still, the mind to think
To take in what is set out in ink.
Recapture the stillness of a dream once more.
It may take until my death, I think.