Writing a Poem with the Radio On

Makes me want to cry, all the cowboys with guitars
strumming in accompaniment to a world
whizzing through a universe it can barely comprehend.
The world is a wall that is crumbling, crumbling,
and no amount of musical mortar can keep up with it.

Lyrics on the radio swirl into a quagmire
of words to be written,
lists of what to do. 
A new riff floats my mind away:
her backdoor screen is closed.
Turn around,
turn around my darling
or the world is lost.
Everything so crazy
it makes him want to cry

Drowning my sorrows in his,
the task of this poem remains unaccomplished.
The small dog cries over an untossed ball.
Yolanda with her mop, dispenses advice and laughs at my jokes.
That melody fading into silence,
I wait for a new one to begin.

For dVerse Poets Beat Poetry Prompt they ask us to write a stream of consciousness poem . Go HERE to read other poems of this ilk. Photo by Dave Weatherall on Unsplash.