MY NEIGHBORS HATE THIS HOUSE by Andrew Freiman
In some fleeting darkness I have noticed that
we are all in the process of loosing our minds.
The drunks in my house flare their bleeding
gums to the coming of the full moon,
gnashing teeth in agreement.
White trash women, more than slightly educated,
are leaning out the door, crashing the porch,
demolishing the stairs, and screaming into the dark street:
I hate you. / You know I love you. / Don’t drive home,
you’ve had too many pills! / Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you! / Go ahead and die for all I care.
(This is what happens when we loose at monopoly.
This is what happens when we agree to talk together
as friends.)
My neighbors hate this house. We’ve passed out in the yard,
and vomited on the stairs, and had fights with insane
motherfuckers yelling at me, AT ME, “ I am
going to kill you, you sonofabitch, I’ve been
waiting for this day!”
And I’ve promised to kick people out
cause they don’t believe in the true south.
I’m not even sure what that is.
Something strange has happened here.
Because of it we are all insane.
We gnash teeth, and touch private parts.
And pull the blood out of each others'
Bodies, and laugh at it and scream at
god, and at everyone else.
For the moment I’m going to blame
all of the rat piss filling our nostrils,
but that’s a little false.
We should admit it, come to terms with the reality of it.
You won’t wash the dishes.
And monopoly will make killers of us all.
//ww
we are all in the process of loosing our minds.
The drunks in my house flare their bleeding
gums to the coming of the full moon,
gnashing teeth in agreement.
White trash women, more than slightly educated,
are leaning out the door, crashing the porch,
demolishing the stairs, and screaming into the dark street:
I hate you. / You know I love you. / Don’t drive home,
you’ve had too many pills! / Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you! / Go ahead and die for all I care.
(This is what happens when we loose at monopoly.
This is what happens when we agree to talk together
as friends.)
My neighbors hate this house. We’ve passed out in the yard,
and vomited on the stairs, and had fights with insane
motherfuckers yelling at me, AT ME, “ I am
going to kill you, you sonofabitch, I’ve been
waiting for this day!”
And I’ve promised to kick people out
cause they don’t believe in the true south.
I’m not even sure what that is.
Something strange has happened here.
Because of it we are all insane.
We gnash teeth, and touch private parts.
And pull the blood out of each others'
Bodies, and laugh at it and scream at
god, and at everyone else.
For the moment I’m going to blame
all of the rat piss filling our nostrils,
but that’s a little false.
We should admit it, come to terms with the reality of it.
You won’t wash the dishes.
And monopoly will make killers of us all.
//ww