violence
is a silent cruiser
outside of my window
and a fist-fight lost
by one or another;

he’ll sleep it off
I won’t

--

I don't like to talk
about everything
I can't remember names
too well
I can't get up
too early

but a face I'll
remember

I can
recall their faces
so easily
I don't even know
whose they are

but nobody talks
like there's **** to say
"I'm good at my job,
but I hate it"
but I don't talk about it;
you shouldn't
even if it were your life