A Racket

"A Racket"

So much noise in store I won't be able to hear.

Except the quiet racket the rain makes on my roof.

Nobody and nothing heard when I am able to sleep.

Dreamt all the world was silent.

The populace was whispering.

I was sleeping and couldn't hear them.

Won't be able to listen when there's too much noise made.

If the world implodes.

I'll be dead or sleeping on a beach with only the wave's speech.

Talking and walking in a purgatory story.

What will be will set me free.

Next to a deep green sea.

It's your kiss that comes to me.

For all to see.

We are really me.

By Jonathan Billet

04/11/2015

For Andrea