KnockingA Poem by K.C. Zbrykits the details...So there’s multiple kinds of knocks Some people even develop a specific kind of knock To define themselves, like a ringtone or something But I’m talking about this generic professional sort of knock You become acquainted with these After living in an apartment complex The cop knock and the dealer knock It seems like you listen for both of these Normally while waiting for the dealer knock And my guy he always told you “I’ll be there in a minute.” But you soon realized That his minute was an hour or longer And don’t expect an update And in apartments you hear everything that goes on From the kid learning to play bass two floors down To the couple fighting upstairs And the meth heads cackling and screeching Out in the parking lot And at least once a week The dreaded cop knock There are two kinds of cop knock One is high up in the center of the door Usually using the butt of the flashlight Or the just the meat of the palm Just beneath the pinky finger Or they just kick the bottom of the door A couple of times While announcing their presence With the command, “Open up!” If the suns up then it’s usually a warrant Or a domestic, or an eviction, or drug use If the suns down it’s usually a domestic Or drug use or noise disturbance And if you hit the jackpot it’s all the above But they really only have two kinds of knocks And you never wanted to hear either of them When you were waiting for the dealer knock Because even if they weren’t there for you They still were like kryptonite To the honest hard working Drug pushers of the small town I mean it could make the dealers minute Turn into a dealers hour Which is like a week in real time And like a month when you don’t have anything But when you hit one of those nights When the cops don’t bother to visit your Section of the apartments And the dealer finds his way to your door You have to listen Because the dealer He won’t cop knock It’s like he’s afraid of hurting the door Just barely brushing his knuckles against the door Barely making a sound at all But after a while You can hear that knock over anything Turn the TV up, blast the music Smoke till you cough up a lung You’ll hear the knock Because you know what to listen for
And now that I think about it It’s kind of funny how the two Lead into each other 04/21/2013 0658 am © 2013 K.C. ZbrykReviews
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Added on April 21, 2013Last Updated on April 21, 2013 AuthorK.C. Zbrykthat one with the lights, and buildings too!, COAboutHi I'm Kiefer. Not the actor, or any other strange kiefer titled product, I'm just an amateur writer working on some stories and spitting out the occasional poem. Everything that is posted here is.. more..Writing
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