Nope! It simply doesn’t work.
Music in the background’s
a distraction. Kills my poems dead.
A jerk that pulls me back to words
and sounds outside my head.
I find myself lost deep within,
spun circles of confusion.
Stealing words,
that aren’t my own,
while seeking an infusion.
This need to write has stolen music.
Snaked into my day and night
Slithered off with half the joy
that always made me feel alright.
Music in the background.
