Tuesday, April 21, 2015

poem of the day 04.21.15

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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