Verna Cannon Ocean In My Ears
as awkward and excruciating as listening to off-key
singing i didn't want to hear you trembling on the radio
for the amusement of the city and when my voice cracked
on the field of dreams i had to blame it on political
leanings how else could i dignify the damage that i'd
done to the land of the free? i can hear the ocean in my
ears when i stand up like a robot there they go getting
up when i said no heading straight for a toad of a man
and his tiny microphone there's a certain wisdom that the
parts keep from the whole a nerve, a puppet string, and
me a dummy every word that i had planned to say was
tapping in my head but my mouth played dead