they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008


it's funny
how one word
can mean so many things
to me
to you
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
them down.
suffocating their intoxicated "singing" 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
too much.
and so, we drummed
on their floor
with a blunt object
yelling at them with our pounding
"shut the hell up."
they did.
we silenced them
until the next time they drink one too many glassed
of red
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
them play
and instead of trying to watch that movie
we could take it as our sign
to be still
in a moment of silent hilarity
and oneness.


  • At 8:40 AM, Blogger Unknown said…

    I heart your writing.

    Did you see that thing on Puppy Mills on Oprah???? SCARY.


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