White Noise

Photo by Gabe

the tv is
on in the
background;
the news men’s
voices wrap
around
my brain,
tittering in
my ear
as I grasp
for inspiration
and the cacophony
fades into
static

I close my
eyes, clear
my mind
and let my
Id
decide:
there is
no higher power
but attributes
we give to the sun

I continue
scribbling,
the voices
echoing
like spirits
fighting
for my soul —
but they
have no
power
over
me