joyous jackhammer

sputtering indecent drama
my neighbors disgruntled
and my dinner sits undigestable
I’m rattled like the windows
double pained by its inconsistence
a blutter blutter stop and shutter
pause blutter
machine gun shower
in the midst of coexistence
once again
I wonder what we’ll build there
what solid mass is still there
a mess of impermeable chunks
cobbled morsels once paneled
the burial ground some piping
some wiring now cancelled
like friendship or magazine subscriptions
obliterate unnecessary
broken dishware mere petals
from past people who lived there
or down the block, but close enough
they could still hear the rumble
from where they stood a piece of beer bottle
glass may have shone there a girlfriend’s
glance might have glimmered there once
or twice any and every sound uttered there
in passing a whistle a gust a collection
different-sized footwear step a subtle march
mortar to pestle a pistol to a flower culminating
in the cracking of a thick spectacle