05 May 2011

Noisy

Noisy 5/5

Everything comes in waves

Outside – on the street the two men
fight – scream – throw trash cans

It’s about a drug deal a woman whatever

I’m trying to sleep

I wait for the meat sounds of fists on face
for the cock of a gun for the bang –

I find myself wanting for the bang – sudden
quiet that comes after – the scuffle of
running feet and rush of
sirens

The room paints itself in that washed out
orange of street lights

Cool air crosses my face

It never comes –