my skull,
a memorial for my ancestors
and ornament eyes
spherical boulders
steel bowling balls
pound strikes
in my head
but outside of the ringing
in my ears
is nothing
but
silence,
craving a different tune.
scarce memories of the
clatter
and dancing children
strike!
arcade madness
and summer,
specifically in June
has never been the same
my boulder eyes
rolling bowling balls
in my head
this cycle
that craves silence
but longs for the joy.