When all is hellfire,

the cars outside

busy yelling at each other

that my neighbors above

seem to be competing against

and some other neighbor

ironically set their alarm to Rebecca Black

but they never turn it off

the neighbor I can never track down

so I can murder him

I close my eyes.

Direct my ears towards the 


my own body creates

as a rock 


out against

  ripples in a lake.

My only thought

is of the letter

Einstein once wrote his niece

telling her how he’d do battle

against the worries of society

and an impending sense of seriousness

by his refusal to wear socks.

The End

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