“Again” I cannot read...

“Again” I cannot read...
This world is just too busy.
...In its countless, stampede
Shouting, stamping, loudly
Like the tarmacs black millipede.
Slamming-gates, coughing
Nearly all are downbeat
Or; are just loudly, talking.

O this grey world is just too’
...Bloody annoying!
I guess I best stick to those little “Haiku”
Cause the cars keep hooting!
And the dogs keep barking, here...
Rites are baying blood; thirsty.
And, the phone keeps ringing...
Hello’ Hello’ is anybody’ there!

...Rites, how does ‘someone’ choose...?
How, on earth does ‘someone’
Locate a little bit of that hard thought silence!
‘To lip-sync’ the written... Nonsensical word:
Word on word on word etc.
O the world has an annoying flagrance
When, your mind is punctuated:
When; you ate that last full stop.

When; you are still...
Unable to pause or think
Unable to take in what’s been absently, set out...
Too take in. Too do...Quite simply, put in ink.
O I’ve read ‘2’ pages’ and set aside my only amass...
And by god I’m worn-out!
...Who reads books anyways, today?

“Hero’s under long, waving wavy grass”.
A mirror looks back “speaks”
Well sir I though it Couldn’t
Just be little old you or me.
But as time will judge the reader
And the reader shall be judged by time
How many pages and chapters are alotted.
"Only to find but bookworm and dust".