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.

 

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