i fear

I fear the itching upstairs like bad awful heaven

a room incomprehensible

where nothing would be welcome

it is of course the upstairs neighbor and

nothing else I imagine it to be

so like a piece of chocolate death I eat cake

as he walks hitting the same creaking spot (again and again)

over the living room table

rambling in the domain of his world

once in awhile late at night he stops and stomps hard

on my ceiling

then disappears

or he coughs a choking sound like crying ...I think

then he disappears

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Moving..i love the idea, imperfect and indefinite.
a sound of someone alive that disappears into another world; the science fiction of
choking and crying. Like Edward Munch's "The Scream", where the image of sound is larger
than the man holding his ears. Wonderful analogy's and a tremendous use of poetic time.

dana

[SkinlessFrank]

i would leave them...reminds me of rumblings of death...so much like the restlessness of those nights

[kmartell]

should I eliminate the last two lines/