There’s a man yelling outside my house
While sirens punctuate the night
A crime is happening a fire is spending someone is dying never forget
Still he is yelling quite plaintively
Not the usual shit
Yelling almost in love:
“Why don’t you come back?”
I think to have sometimes known what he means
But more likely I would be loudly protesting
“Were you really here at all?”
A crime is happening a fire is spending someone is dying never forget
eleanor j jackson 