The World Outside My Window

I open the window

Let the air in

With the noise

By

Car

By

Drive

By Car

By Drives

The car drives by

The cars drive by

Horn

Horn!

Horns

Air brakes

And Buses

Cabs

Buses

Trucks

More cabs and buses

Meter maids with badges

And a pad to talk tough with

The high-pitched swishy sound

Of grocery bags in tree branches--

Holding on for their lives

We all make sacrifices

We all have our vices

Lights flashing and sirens

Kids howling all night long

Showing violence to silence

The exhaust fumes smell foul when

It's raining outside

Foggy

No wind

Car by

Splash-

ing

Drive by

The car drives by

Splash-

ing

The cars drive by

And all you can hear is

Splash

-ing

All nightlong

And wind

A thin

Triangle

Of white light on my floor

The streetlights are piercing

Assaulting

Obnoxious

Not to mention the toxins

Following that window path

Into my room

This sharp city is dangerous

Manic

Unconscious

Violent and rude

Slice

Slice life

Slice of life

A knife wound in a doctor's room

Either pay up or tomb

I stare through the pane

And regain my view

And refrain from a tune

With a refrain

I'm trying to change things

Not sing the same old tune

Back and forth

Back and forth across this room

I keep pacing

Back and forth across this room

By

My

Desk

By

My

Bed

I keep walking by

My window

Desk and bed

Scratching my head

And pondering

"Why?"

While the rhymes

In my head

Keep going

By

Too fast for me to catch

It's just the fumes and sounds I write

The picture is missing

Because the image is blurred

By speed and bad weather

But I'm going to weather this storm

Even though some people think

I should just close this window

And deny myself the world

Horn!

How can I show them they're wrong?

How can I write a rhyme to provide

Motion with sound

And combine

The speed of life with light

And make time just a noun

Like time is no longer “now”

As I stare out my window

It all seems to evapor-

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