05 May 2011


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

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

Cool air crosses my face

It never comes –

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