In an effort to make this brief
(because self-pitying satire is the
least pitiable of all writings):
On the sidewalks, I hear collegiates laughing.
In my most intimate memories
(you know the ones),
I hear bones rattling.
I have a trained ear, and the symphony of the human race
sounds like cash registers and death bells tolling.
It's so hard to find quiet, or even anything calm,
like your breathing.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
In an effort to make this brief
(because self-pitying satire is the
least pitiable of all writings):
On the sidewalks, I hear collegiates laughing.
In my most intimate memories
(you know the ones),
I hear bones rattling.
I have a trained ear, and the symphony of the human race
sounds like cash registers and death bells tolling.
It's so hard to find quiet, or even anything calm,
like your breathing.