how one word
can mean so many things
and to that person upstairs listening
to passionate speak
and the drone of their television
that they have on for background noise.
the neighbors that play rockband too loudly
so that banging on the ceiling is all that will
suffocating their intoxicated "singing"...at least singing is what they'd like to call it.
i call it a bad attempt at carrying a tune.
you call it annoying --
and together we laughed until it
and so, we drummed
on their floor
with a blunt object
yelling at them with our pounding
"shut the hell up."
we silenced them
until the next time they drink one too many glassed
and think they're just as good as sheryl crow
or ACDC .
but who really knows when that will be.
and maybe, just maybe
next time we should silence our drumming and let
and instead of trying to watch that movie
we could take it as our sign
to be still
in a moment of silent hilarity