I can hear the car alarms by night
and gunshots once and a while
that triggers a crying baby
and a barking dog at its cradle
If I close my eyes the freeway sounds like beating leaves
if I chose to try
if I wiggle my lips in my teeth it might sound like i'm cleaning this mess
maybe the sounds may step in line and become harmonized
become vibracathedral
like the blinkers of two cars achieving divine synchronicity
but only for a moment
if I can ever enjoy that moment
I have been impregnated by music
but that joy is psycopathic











