Audio Displacement

Foot steps

rain-trains

sounds on my drums

coming from thumbs:

click-clicking controllers

voices squeak-squawk through boxes

and glimpses of foxes

make me turn-

look back

the door is out of whack

rustle, moan-moan

a sheet is torn.

This is my new home.

Scream-dreams

wake up my roommate at night.

I lat silent,

though I know nothing of the type

to be found here.

A cluster f**k 

of bricks and stuff.

The city hums at night,

gnashes teeth by day,

swallows with a gulp at dawn.

The city's only quiet when it rains.