That fence is too high
my neighbor screams
in a teeth & blood vessels kind of way.
I close the door. Take off my jacket.
Greet my dogs,
& nibble a handful of raisins.
The machine never stops.
Wheels turn, & oil-slicked bits
slot into grooves.
In my house the TV
is nearly always on.
I scratch my bollocks.
Turn my thoughts
to the dispute with my neighbour.
Finger the hole in my couch.
BoySlut 