an impermanent impression

i have rain inside my ears (an entire thunderstorm!)
and because of it i can hear none of you
i see your mouths moving and your frustration
but i really don't care because i'm having a blast
watching you fumble is hilarious

i also have a stadium that encircles my bed
often it is so loud that i can't sleep at night
so lately i have placed potted meat in each row
and i don't blame you for not coming to scream
how frustratingly ironic, the stench is unbearable
i laugh myself to bitter exhaustion, and dream of you
screaming

i talk to doormen because their job is so unnecessary
yet so philanthropic; we connect on a level that
most of you will never understand