Tinnitus

There is a constant ringing
I hear, because a knob is growing near
My ear (perhaps that or since my jaw
Is misaligned) that the doctors call
Tinnitus, as it goes: tinnnnnn…

So I can no longer listen to music,
Because it has its own kind of music
That it adds to the variety of sounds
I shun (the fridge’s brr, gotta-oughta
Up by cars, their hurriessheer
On the highway, laughter
And wind, buzz) convinced

That if I isolate it in my mind,
If I pin it down to a point,
The sound will sputter out and stop
Like a spark. So I pursue it
And its silence engulfs me.