Unmusical melody

I feel a mechanical music within me-
there's a silence of noisy streets ,
(my friends and foes, walking ,trampling,
 past my crisscross mind)
carried by reverberating ,
 miniscule,slack, snake-like nerves
 to my torrentially
potent,
cynical brain,
who like a blank slate ,
writes and rubs off
 people,
memories,
moments,
unhindred
 and
uncensored.


Somehow ,
no matter how hard I try,
 the brain like a factory belching smoke
 goes on hammering me
with this dead,
undesired,
unmusical melody;
wherein I can't forget you
 or the moments shared with you...