Adam Mish

ice cream truck from hell

it's hour three
of the siren going off
like an ice cream truck
from hell

and the train goes by
and the train whistle
screams into the morning air

and cars
windows down
radio blasting
go by

and squirrels chatter
and the refrigerator moans

and the highway
far off
whispers the rise
and fall
of civilization

and I have
some coffee
and breakfast

and I am
sitting next to
the second story window

and I am
not making a

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