Poem: Cacaphony

Cacaphony

I want to write,
but every time I put a pen to page,
cacaphony
          fills my mind
(or nothing).

               “Cacaphony:”
that’s one of those words
I never can purge
                  from my life —
it sounds poetic
    (which is why it’s not),
                  so I say it
(and don’t know what else
                            to say).