Poem of the Day 12.19.08

yet i try to be peaceful
and kind

kid blasting
the rap music
nonchalantly
answers the door
and i want to hit him.
i left the apartment
and the wife
and the steaming dinner
sitting there because
i’d had enough
all day
in this miserable
building.
since 10 a..m.
since i was still bleary-eyed
trying to read
the new york times;
the prick on the other side
of the wall
playing bass,
then the white trash
cunt
downstairs
matching his music
and calling her kid
a retard.
and by the evening with
the sun setting
sunday in america.
and i remember
quiet sundays.
i had enough.
so i go out and ring
the doorbell
and he comes down
nonchalantly
and opens the door.
with a smile.
i want to ring
his neck
bludgeon him
take back all the
hours
he took from
me and my wife,
smash his face
in the dinner
i’m missing.
but instead i tell him
to turn it
the fuck down,
which he protests
“it’s only one song.”
“one song too many,”
i say.
“but you don’t hear me
all the time, right?”
“i hear you enough.”
and with that i walk
back to my door
as he keeps talking,
promising to be quiet.
a small victory,
but it won’t win
the war.
and before i go in
i think to warn
the white trash
cunt
about her noise
as well.
but what’s the pont?
she’s being quiet
now.
plus i remember
i have a wife
and a dinner
waiting for me
back upstairs.