23rd March 2009
A tinge of pink colours the sky.
I saw you smile,
no flower wilt,
the sun rose amongst the clouds.
To watch the monotonous bricks
and the running lines.
The annoying jingle –
are you deaf?
of a fellow, or nearby should I say –
Amongst a hundred.
Sirm are you dirty? May I ask.
I don’t dare.
Eeh, a spider.
That’s far out.
Today may not be the greatest day.
I hear that people sleep,
that people read,
and listen to music blaring in their
May I – are you deaf? Or just annoying?
Religiously. Perhaps if not one of my kind,
perhaps a similarity.
Quite devoted, should I mention.
Dear lord – excuse my blasphemy
– are you deaf?!
Extremely creative, ma’am, are you a fan of dogs?
So why do I feel dead at night?
I don’t read, or, well, pay my taxes.
I cease to write.
Should you inspire me, should you care to trade places?
I hear your horrendous music over mine.
Are you deaf?
Did you hear me?