Greeting Hairballers,
Today, a lament, a woe-is-me, a wallow.
I beg your indulgence. Apartment living at it’s lowest. Well, not quite, but…
Movable Art and Shattered Nerves©
FMHorner
canvases hanging on
the wall,
more decor than art,
meant as static
things--
stay put and match
the couch
a band moved in
downstairs
now the paintings
quake and roll
like a bad acid trip
lending vertigo to
the mix
trees quiver from the
bass
that comes up through
the walls
as mountains, from
far off China,
threaten to topple
onto the TV
menopause man,
in black spandex
shorts and red headband,
runs up and down the
stairway
outside my door
he calls it exercise
I call it annoying
buy a sports car or
get a shot
my sanctuary of tranquility
gone to hell. I feel
like a prisoner of
war--
only I’m paying for
this
Hairballs to them,
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