The sirens are a regular
doppler soundtrack around here.
Sometimes it's a street drunk
passed out on the sidewalk
passersby carefully stepping
around splayed legs and
a broken bottle. Or the junkies
OD'ing right after the welfare
checks come in, money to burn.
Sometimes a fire truck
zooms past close enough to
make the dishes rattle on shelves
as if it were a tremblor.
I dream, some nights, of
disaster: catastrophic quake,
biblical deluge, conflagration rising
from a deadwood funeral pyre.
You can't tell me you've
never had the same dark visions
on days that almost break you.
You can't tell me you've never been
tempted to burn this fucker down.
@ellowrites @ellopoetry @apoem_4u
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