The deafening silence shatters—
A pounding thud of two feet in the puddle-drenched alley
Reaches your attentive ears;
While you are safe and secure
Within four thick, brick walls,
Can you be so lucky to feel
Protected from your paranoid psyche?

The slamming of a car door
Leads your mind to wonder--
Where is that stranger going?
Perhaps she was caught in a conflict
With cruel and callous colleague,
Now trying to hide the bruised, bleeding cheekbone
From the outside world.

The sound of speedy acceleration
Leads your mind to wander--
Maybe he was merely disposed
Like a piece of unworthy garbage,
(The type of trash that sleeps with someone younger),
While she screams from the front porch,
Waving a heeled shoe in disdain at such deplorable behavior.

The sound of screeching tires
Leads your mind to wonder—
What’s this crazy person doing now?
Did she decide to confront her cruel and callous colleague?
Did he realize his mistake and now wants forgiveness?
Did she throw the shoe with perfect aim at the now-cracked windshield?

Will your imagination ever stop craving the creation
Of those events far more thrilling than your own?

02/28/2009

Posted on 03/01/2009
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