ode to my neighbors

Posted on Wednesday 11 April 2001

how can you stomp
so fuckin’ loud
when you’re so skinny?
you are louder than the jets
that fly overhead from the
air force base. you slam
the door like i imagine
slamming a broken bottle
on your head.
wait, i lie.
all i want is for you to have a migraine
and i will scream in your ears
and point flashlights in your eyes.

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