I Never Post My Poetry

One of my first pieces. I was just laying there listening to my music and filled with the wonderment of reality. Then I thought of all those FaceBook friends who. I'm sure, would absolutely not get it if I tried to explain it. With me, lightning strikes with a single line that appears from nowhere. "There are those who have no ears" was that line, and withing 45 minutes the thing was fleshed out in the rough. Refining and cleaning up the strike sight usually takes months of checking back in on it, after forgetting what I wrote. Most of you know this routine, no doubt. I love themes of irony and conflicting ideas colliding into a singular thought. Using this title and then posting it, I find a satisfying expression in that.