I have a poetry earworm. It’s not my first though they’re not as frequent as their musical cousins. Yesterday was a primo day for music earworms. Every other uttered sentence seemed to be lyrics from this song or that one, repeatedly inspiring my inner orchestra to lift bows. Deep sigh. Snarls by the end of the day. It’s not that I don’t like inner soundtracks, … Continue reading Ozymandias on my mind.