13 November 2008

Rowdy neighbours...

Sleep easy,
I can hear you singing
soaked in alcohol,
not quiet but not clear.
I wish you'd turn it up,
blast it out, 
so I could hear
the cacophony
become fear
through sirens
and flashing lights.

~This was written a few nights ago at 3amish 'inspired' by loud, clearly inebriated, neighbours. 

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