twig, plastic, wire
laboriously gathered
woven into a basket
with leaves as carpet
where sits the queen
for life to be ushered in.

raises fearful cry
if anyone is nearby
must thwart the enemy
with belligerent cacophony
circle over head to say
stay away.

takes not a minute
to uproot it
falls to the human might
in an unequal fight
between the highly placed
and not so blessed.

then like always
fills uneasiness
a dull ache in the chest
for a sin in haste

a shot of gun
that cannot be undone.

The man in apartment seven
misspells his own last name
he eats onion bread with olive oil
and he doesn't mind the rain

The man in apartment seven
hears music constantly
he hums during conversations
and sings when his time is free

The man in apartment seven
is the truest man I know
his brown eyes tell a story
that few would ever show

The man in apartment seven
and I live with the same curse
where mania and sadness
both act as our traverse

But he has found a way, somehow
to love life, not just cope
his smile and understanding
daily, give me hope

When we walk home together
I wish we lived miles away
because there's no one else
who can make me feel this way

The man in apartment seven
is not just the boy next door
without a doubt, he is the one
I would do anything for.