april 18 . to listen but not hear

the neighbors are listening again
as the bed next door
squeaks all night.

but it's not because
anyone is having
any fun.
no, the squeaking is merely
the symptom of
a poorly put-together 
bedframe in need of
some WD-40;a slanted floor
in a neglected apartment
building; the inefficiency
of hardback books
as stabilizing agents;
and a restless
dream.

but the neighbors, sexually
frustrated, imagine otherwise,
and bang at the wall to
QUIT BEING SO DAMN SMUG
ABOUT IT.
**
I have learned from my procrastination and catching-up experience that it is much easier, and more fun, to try and write one good poem in a day than it is to write three mediocre ones without trying much.