the neighbors would hate me
tween 11 and 6:00pm

when I sing we must of true detective stories
of unrequited love, death,
the stony stink of
the poverty of starvation
of body and soul,

the stuff that makes
the paper librettos
come alive,
but my lease reads:

The Renter is required to refrain from singing between the hours of 11:00pm and 6:00am.
Writing poetry is not only permissible, but encouraged.