My sound broke so I'm suspended in silence

That's okay because these ears hear too much

I sit here head throbbing
Westside window perception
chipped paint with the dead fly

The can man collects his cart
shoes need mending
Soul needs comfort

Bags of treasure
he has it gladly
Rattles down my street
off for a penny
Only an empty echo
scrap for a malt beverage
Sometimes life is that simple

I have a four pawed companion

It's not mine but sometimes he knocks on my door

Which is just fine because I can barely handle myself

We sit in quiet

Watch the tree sway and garbage gather

He stayed away tonight
cold weather being the culprit I hope

No time for the calls at my windows
I know she only wants madness
and I am exhausted

People come

Checking on a body to make sure it was in working order

They say I will give them cancer from worry

I appreciate the intention
I resent the implication

I fear love

but was never cold enough to deny it