I’m constantly blocking out the sound of the street:
the illiterate, out of patience,
broken-English-understanding of the car-beep.
I’m awake all the time when others are asleep
just for the silence
the silence there be.
Why does it only last for so long?
Why are we only
in a state of unconscious slumber, that is
looked upon as ‘out-of-order?’
I’ll break the order of your mother-fucking border!
Try to break my world
I’ll show you some unruly behavior.
I like my planet whole.
I like my street-noise
-devoid- of race-wars
buffered down to passive-aggression.
Let’s go into covered wagons
and sing a song
that’s suitable for children
at a decibel that can emanate from
an organic body
while walking down the street today.
copyright: C. Ward 2016