There is a crack
Between my curtains
And my god, it’s like
It’s like a huge arse
Shitting into my room
All the exhaust from
Gaseous exchanges
Between raucous old friends
And the blears of small
Cars with big headed drivers
Saying ‘I’M HERE I AM HERE’
As they peddle
More shit into the ether.
I’m sorry I’m so coarse tonight
But you need to be reminded
Of the ugliness
I could speak about
The hum of the woman
In the apartment above me
Combing her hair in front of the dresser,
Or the lily pattern dancing
On the slate ceiling
But even those lights
Have that headache inducing ability
Of the zoetrope
In fact, I take back
The apology
I’m airing myself
As the entire world
Right now
Is doing.
