Noise

Birds and piano keys,

open; envelope of day.

Crushed scorching shrill,

fighter jets at play.

On the rise, air con whirls,

Jug boils.

Man on a megaphone,

“watermelons, gettem now, only 10 dollars”.

Motorbikes hurtle and blurt,

and tuther.

Broken children scream,

Sit, rest, and rudder.

Drink of coffee dreams,

stirred with screeching floorboards.

A childs plea,

bleat, dod, doddle, “mama, mama,mama”.

Jets curse in a vacuous air,

Sluuurpp.

Hot bitter coffee,

black, jet black, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat.

A sloven yawn, not mine,

birdsong whistles flee.

Door slams,

shuffle, gwuf, gwuf, gwuf.

Quack, quack, quack, quack,

beeeeeeeeep, beep, beep, beeeeeep.

Silence,

fab, fab, fab, boof and sleep.

The voice of a male,

China twangs, bangs, stops.

A baby cries now,

Cold cooool scraping.

Babble and silence,

dull chortle smears.

Argh, awwfff and spit,

the habit of my tears.

Sirens at a distance,

dada, dada, dada, tap, tap, tap.

A flute curls through my window,

sings in my lap.

Echo’s of the past,

squeeeeak, a cupboard door, perhaps.

And then,

yadda, yadda, yadda, smack,

and rat, tat, tat.

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