Saturday, January 31, 2015

five on a friday


upstairs neighbors come down-turn
for the thundering inside,
asks my beats for less release,
deny and return to life.

upstairs neighbors ring the door'
try and try again,
complain their floors are shaking,
can't stand to feel it. when

two in the morning, workday,
rebuttal comes, wakes me up,
butterfingers daily dropping,
gets me tired enough,

but five pm, it's friday
and i'm winding down,
then you complain...
deny and sit back down.

upstairs neighbors pound the door,
swear to call the don,
laugh, and do it here, i'll wait,
no? then move along.

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