brooklyn says
sixty degree morning
in early april
the illusion of
a ray of hope
after the mournful winter
i open my window
to the sound
of jackhammers and rap bass
dogs barking
defecating on the wet pavement
some fat bitch
screaming into her cell phone
about who she’s going to kill
and as babies cry madness
i go back to bailing out
the clogged bathtub
pouring gray sudsy water
into the toilet and sink
singing an old tom petty song
as more noise
permeates the apartment
house alarms and car horns
i daydream serenity
a small informal peace
genocidal rainbows
as all of
brooklyn says
to me
fuck you
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