Tuesday, May 6, 2014



The days are filled with construction noise:
drills, hammers, saws, machines, thuds.


The neighbours come home and the evening is filled
with bangs, clunks, doors closing.


The neighbours get up and the morning is filled
with bangs, clunks, doors closing.


The outside noise filters in:
dogs, horns, sirens, skate boarders (ka-thunk, ka-thunk).


I've lived many places,
all spoiled by humans and their thoughtless noise.


How I hate them.



Thursday, May 1, 2014




Walking on the streets:

People.


Shopping in the stores:

People.


Riding in the elevator:

People.



Coming home,

I crawl into bed:


Traumatized.