Ahoy, mates! Your old pal has bucked up a bit, and I wanted to post a revised poem to make up for my ranting earlier. Enjoy!
TOO MANY NEIGHBORS
Come at last full circle,
horizontal.
One rogue vertical blind sways
perpetual, pendulum-like.
Somewhere near: a party.
Above: the creak of 2 AM feet.
I put Woody Guthrie in the speakers.
This couch is my land.
Too many neighbors this night.
And sleep?
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