reverberation

that foul odour is there again

I cannot concentrate

every day

same story

of your dinner

and my suffering

imitation of oddities

of this place in the morning

it wouldn’t be that bad

if everyone just

go about their own business

in complete silence

or in the sheer privacy of their apartments

without letting off steam

through the balconies

and that adrenaline rush

it makes me

reveal the secret

of their dingy lives

I never wanted anything to do with it

maybe only

for the sake of variety

describe this abode of holes

where the wind blows through it like on a tugboat

too slow for the speed of sound

reverberating here like the beat of a broken hi-hat

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October 2022

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