does anyone know how

to wait anymore?

in this world of constant contact

buzzing chiming hyper

stimulation

what happens if you sit

in silence?

alone with the thud of your blood

thundering in your veins

and the whisper

of your inner descant

erupts

a cacophonous harangue?

nay, you say

I run not from the fear

my flaming inner ear

as I suckle at the singing

pinging ringing

electronic sugar teat.

this generation who believes

navel gazing

is a search for pierc-ed bling

an alt-indie band

or a porn-spawned

sexual fetish

they might just give a try,

flee

buzz on the back of a flea

at the barest nod

to hush-ed introspection

heed not those

tongues of babel loosed.

what inner demons?