drinking brandy and listening to the walls
they scream
a lot is happening, but no one notices
well I notice, I am here
and I’m listening closely to the silence
it feels like something is about to make
  abrupt
pounding three beers and adjusting the volume
I don’t see what else
with everything so intricate
I miss walking in my hometown without sidewalks
the trees slouching from the weight of the rain
waiting for it to drop to the ground
I walk with my shoulders slightly arched
in case it happens, you know?