Post Rent Check Blues
-1 BR/BA/Clear Cemetery View
One hears sick neighbors make love,
Cough through mildewed plaster walls,
Smells paint fumes, garlic stench,
Thick cigarette smoke drift
Past rock club car alarms,
Ropes pulling graveyard shift
In church bell tongues, as lit screech
Owls cast low hell-bent last calls.
LIVE NUDE bass lines, nocturnal
Dive bar animals,
Crawl neon-drenched blocks,
Claws lift plastic lids to sift
Rank trash, stripped branches scratch
Mossed rooftops wind chimes riff,
Faint hangnail gods, as weak floor-
Boards creek across dark halls.
Each ambulance breaks, idles
Side streets, vacant parking lots,
Haunts booked next for some
Funeral home carwash. All
Night, police sirens answer fears,
Cold dead-end calls,
Old complaints lodge with land-
Lords: noise, heat, mold, dry rot.
Still, gas leaks, pipes pour dirt-
Cheap music, till steam's caught
Off-guard, train whistles sleep-
Walk outskirts dump trucks haul
Sad one-act scripts, mix sound-
Tracks buried in plots stalled
As blood clots (cue: throat clear,
Scream, thunder sheet gunshot).
Blinds raised as rent, ghosts, sin-
Taxed angels whose encores play here,
Dead tired, one jokes: at least
Most folks backstage remain
Near quiet. Strangers hack through
Shared walls as air-damp stains
Set, bedsheet curtains beat applause,
Wings fall on prey, sills, deaf ears.
-Doug Cox
Come hear more of Doug Cox and Michaela Mullin's poetry on September 1, 7pm at Beaverdale Books!