waking up to the roar of car engines
a poem
when the violence of the day
came in full force
I was relentless
imitation of music
mauling the cat
there is nothing else here
just pulling your brain out like a rotten tooth
and dragging it like a corpse
it’s the worse way to die
one car chirps like a cricket
another one buzzes
like thousands of planes
at least
horn used in abundance
every minute and every hour
day or night
it’s just not right
accompanied by the music blasting
from upgraded speakers
to sound like from a nightclub
an extension of their Saturday drunken visuals
kids jumping through puddles
they have a better time
than me here
curled up in a ball on the floor, thinking
where will this autistic ball land
I always make sure it’s not on my lap
in this bizarre ambient
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January – February 2023
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