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Tony Gentry

Tinnitus – a poem

Updated: May 17

At first it seemed real, the sound snow makes in falling or some deep night tune, awakened at the hoot of an owl.


But it’s with me now like a bad tooth, payment due for all those concerts set to stun.


I know what it means to communicate this insistent single note:

Remember test patterns on tv’s back in the day?


Says I’m here I will whine even when nothing’s on.

All day every day that alarm.


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