Peaceful Shit

Backyard Fountain

The doors are open

Yet, it’s silent

I should hear children…

The ones of the neighborhood

Screaming at play

Or the voice of Mr. Rush

In his backyard

Talking on his cell

About installing water pumps.

Where’s the lawn mowers

The Leaf blowers

And the loud men who mind them?

What’s up with the street man

Digging for bottles in the recycling bin?

Is he taking the day off?

Spanky the spaniel should be barking.

Mr. Fry should be meowing

rubbing my leg for food.

Where’s my neighbor

The chronic door slammer at?

I swear there’s an art to the door slam.

What about those two who argue

Over their fences

While trading tomatoes and beats?

And that incessant car alarm

That nobody seems to know

How to turn off? Where’s it at?

What happened to the occasional drunk

Searching for his girlfriend

From the bar a block away?

Has he missed his cue?

 

What’s this peaceful shit doing here?

 

Oh, there’s Spanky’s bark

And the start of a new argument.

Tomatoes are doing good this year.

Beats? Not so good.

Just when I thought things were getting good.

 

 

Good shit never lasts long

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30 Comments on “Peaceful Shit

  1. Quiet can be rather disquieting, eh? I liked the use of “beats” which I thought was supposed to be “beets” until you did it twice. You keep me guessing, Elan. Also, good shit and peaceful shit are used at the end as if they are opposites, another paradoxically interesting idea. Good poem, thought-provoking. 🙂

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  2. It doesn’t does it, Elan. But what sort of beets are beats? Genetically modified to dance in vinegar? 🙂 It’s the editor coming out in me. I love your stuff.

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  3. Nope, no officer of grammar here. Figured it was a play on words, after all, who exchanges beets over the fence? Can’t give them away in my neck of the woods! A comprehensive list poem of the sounds you weren’t hearing. I recently read that we stir up wars because we can’t stand the boredom of peace; this kind of piggybacked on that. Simple poems invite complicated interpretations, who knows what chords they will strike in the reader? 🙂

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  4. As Just Joan put so eloquently, there is a paradox here. With your post, that paradox is found in definitions between normal and abnormal. Mine is a a metaphorical approach with sound and silence.

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  5. Is it beats or beets? I thought beets was short for beetroots. Or maybe I’m getting confused by the proximity to tomatoes and it’s actually musical beats? In which case beats is slang for… some kind of conversation?

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  6. The latter “beats” is correct. I put it next to tomatoes on purpose. I knew people would question or correct it. There are themes of sound and/or what is good and what is shitty in the poem.

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  7. Brilliant – except for ‘beats’ which surely ought to be ‘beets’! Thanks for liking my shared post from Dan Alletorre.

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  8. LOl, thanks, but it’s supposed to be beats and not beets. Changes the reading if understand what I’m doing. “Sound”

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