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.

Walking on the streets:

People.


Shopping in the stores:

People.


Riding in the elevator:

People.



Coming home,

I crawl into bed:


Traumatized.

Windchimes on an apartment balcony.




Seriously?

Outdoor speakers.


For those who think

They're the only people



In the world.

Installations, repairs, service.



Isn't it sad

that in our modern world,




it's such a rare treat,




to find

someone

who actually knows

what they're doing

Sometimes,


following exposure to human beings,


I do wonder,


if,

actually,

I am,


the same species.

Used to be,



people moved to the suburbs when they had kids,

and bought dogs.





Now they stay downtown,


making noise.



And leave dog poop on the sidewalks.