Tuesday, January 15, 2013

poem of the day 01.15.13

cops outside the apartment again

the cops are outside the apartment again

i know it’s the cops without even looking
i can hear their little radios
hear their dull voices as they question
the same loud bitch they always come here to question

having the cops come around here is boring

it’s always for the same shit
some domestic dispute on the third floor
involving a child and two immature parents

the loud bitch always gets involved and calls the cops

i think she’s the grandmother
regardless she’s always the one outside
giving the boys in blue her rote soliloquy
while those of us on the first floor are held captive
by her grating tone
by the child running free and screaming in the lobby

i wish the cops would come around here
for something else

drug crimes or dog murder

but then i’d probably have to move
because i don’t feel like living around that shit again

when you reach a certain age you search for comfort

but this is so dull and played out
it’s not even worth looking out the window

but i do anyway
hoping maybe for something else

like the father becoming irate
storming out of the building and lashing out at everyone
having to be subdued with handcuffs  or a taser

while the mother screams and cries
grandma implores the cops for mercy
and the child stands there holding her doll

but it’s just the same act
like it is most sundays

the two cops nodding and writing shit down
the loud grandmother waving her arms
and pointing toward the third floor
the child yelling in the lobby or running around outside
because cops are second nature to her

while the mother chain smokes
and the father is nowhere in sight

it’s like watching a rerun
when the cops are outside the apartment

hopefully next time they come it’ll be for something
a tad bit more scintillating

a crime of passion
armed robbery
the crazy bitch across the street
kicking in her door again
or one of the old people found dead in the basement

but i’m sure it’ll be for this circus

and i’m sure i’ll take time out of my busy schedule
to give the action a good look

unless it’s football season

then i’ll just shut the window and turn up the volume
on the television

crack a beer or open some wine

wait for them all to go the hell away.


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