TOO MANY THINGS
Too many things are driving me
crazy, and I have nowhere to go.
Like the suck-noise of a neighboring,
fitful pool-filter, the roar of jets from
Newark, the constant pain of highways,
and the flattening gulch of weed whackers
and mowers galore. I cannot take much more.
I'l take the silver silence of Winter, and all its
piles of cold, over this crap any day, for sure.