Apartment A

Infernal racket above

bowling balls ensnared in a trap

let loose a thousand times a second

in a bound of thunderous claps

with the orgasmic frequency

of a jack rabbit,

of mixing a paint can.

this place is noisy but not too bad,

I have a brick patio

and a little plant by 

the kitchen window.

 

Maybe I\'ve made the Gods angry

with too much change

too fast

they used to know how to control me,

keep me running in place for them

dancing like a ballerina,

like a court jester

on top

of a shimmering needle

with no where to go.

slicing off strands of my life

one fading smile

after another.

 

Now I live how I want

no regrets.

others hate it.

they don\'t understand

not wanting to have that job

they say be like me

I say never,

over my dead body,

ignoring

that most parts of me

are dead already.