Well, two days in a row now I can’t sleep. This is just lovely. I’ll write something instead.
To be ears on me for now
Storm clouds ’bout five miles out or a truck rattling sheet metal
Skateboard hitting concrete street blocks
Twitchy dying dog with changling tags
Pitter tap of typing
Siren to the east, what, maybe fire truck going on the access road
Scritching at my scalp
Settled house with phoosing air conditioning constricting
Single car with bass globs gliding down in front
What I forget to listen to is what picks at me most
I hear anything at all at 3:24 a.m.