I am the wood shop air compressor’s pediatrician
I sit and wait in the pure darkness for it to stop
Grudgingly accepting this strange meditation
And in the street there is music on someone’s deck
Audible over the corner's relentless groan
And I can just barely make out voices
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
I am the wood shop air compressor’s pediatrician
I sit and wait in the pure darkness for it to stop
Grudgingly accepting this strange meditation
And in the street there is music on someone’s deck
Audible over the corner's relentless groan
And I can just barely make out voices
