Friday, October 3, 2008

my downstairs neighbor
is slamming poetry onto the ceiling
like flapjacks

we are alone
in identical bedrooms

the rain sounds
like leaves whispering
like children in a theatre

2 comments:

who'sthissingingdancingmonkeyman? said...

He started slamming some over a bit of... rhythmically modest guitar playing out on the porch yesterday. Interesting.

Unknown said...

i freakin love you emily.