Observations from the third floor 8-27-09

someone is screaming in the street below my apartment again
It's the man who wears shirts that could be rags
stained from working and apathy simultaniously
His dog jumped through the screen door
and his sons are too busy checking for unlocked cars to care

I sit and watch them, from my third floor window
smoking and letting my skin shiver in the night air

He snaches the dog by the collar as it tried to race by
It lets out a yelp followed quickly by another
as my neighbor thwacks him on the ass

And bellows "get the fuck inside" to his boys,
who hurry in obediently,
slamming the torn screen door behind them

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