Welcome To Poet’s Corner.
In the immortal words of Peter Frampton:
In a tribute, sort of, we present today’s Ode du Jour.
It comes from a familiar face: Our own Bill Bois, who has decided to honor us with his latest prosaic creation.
Join him, won’t you, as he takes the tnocs.com slam stage to recite his original work …
Thank you, Bill. And be sure to stay off of the aspirin.
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What else can be said but Hee Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
This could start a trend.
Although, I can’t say that I’m looking forward to “Ode To Nausea.”
If you think nausea is bad wait til it progresses to Ode to Diarrhoea
Tinnitus is the one ring to rule them all. It must be destroyed!
Tinnitus seems like one of those things that you become ‘blind’ to…like I think I deal with it a lot, but it’s pretty minor and I am able to ignore it to the point that I don’t even notice it. But maybe when it becomes more significant, it becomes more of a nag than I realize.
One of those things you don’t realise in your youth just how much damage you’re doing. By the time you realise its there its too late. I’m same as you that normally I can just zone it out but every so often if its quiet I notice it there in the background. Which is why I now wear ear plugs to gigs so that it doesn’t get any worse. For me I can pinpoint one specific gig as the cause of it, I could tell the sound was different to anything I’d experienced before. Driving home afterwards I couldn’t even hear the car engine which was weird and scary and the days after were disorienting before my hearing returned to normal(ish) just with that constant ringing in the background. Wish I’d had the ear plugs for that one.
With any luck, this will be the dumbest thing I ever have published.
It’s only October.
I like the poets use of symbolism, the way the rolling scree of sounds give voice to the aural turbulence. Or something like that. The advertising algorithm is on form again, underneath the ode to audio dysfunction is the promotion of earwax removal near you. Complete with close up of an ear which fortunately does not have an unsightly build up of wax in it.
Something went wrong when I got to paragraph two. I lost the hearing in my right eye? Is that bad?
I read this in iambic pentameter.
Hmm, it could also double as the transcript of a Bob Dylan soundcheck/vocal warmup…
…or the lyric sheet to a Mariah Carey song.
There is a pre-TNOCS gummer who would love this comment. He’s facing a generation gap. It’s on the benevolent side of sardonic. Which is what I think his style is. But people get upset. This is funny.
You must know that this poem is more interesting than a lot of poems. You’re just being modest.
I hear this damn song every day… 😭
I still have this poem running through my head…