backyard is a noisy
collage
of late night music
stale jokes and lots of
booze. Doesn’t
bother them
if cigarette fumes
drift across
my yard then up
into our bedroom
interrupting a
linkage
of natural desires.
But it’s nice knowing
across the way
are just drunken men
who won’t be able
to find themselves in the
morning.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
Highhat | May 30, 2011 - 05:35
Very atmospheric Richard-
;)Pia
Nathan Bednarek | May 30, 2011 - 20:51
Beautiful and poignant. Much enjoyed. Well done.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | May 31, 2011 - 01:39
Pia--thank you. As I listen from my perch, the world carries its song, and I write of foibles and intentions. Writing is airy and full of excitement. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | May 31, 2011 - 01:45
Thanks so much Nathan. My wife and listened to our neighbour's rantings far too long; so I wrote them into a poetry scene I could easily dismiss. Richard LP.
Richard L. Prov... | May 31, 2011 - 01:46
Richard L. Provencher