Monday, April 10

april 8th

a poem about conflict


no matter how loud i play music
to keep myself sane - i loose it
behind the droning din
of hoovering
but when i switch of the vacuum
im hit by a huge sonic boom
of music making everything rattle
at risk of destroying my flat - i'll
turn it down it just a minute
but its great just to wig out within it

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