COVIDTRY Poem 10

Neighbour above –
Drops everything on the floor

Neighbour across –
Burns food and opens his door

Neighbour to left –
Has super loud snores

Neighbour below –
Smokes weed outdoors

Neighbour to right –
Is quiet so I can ignore

Neighbours all new –
Six months, no more

I’m suddenly stuck –
Among folks I deplore

Of five new neighbours –
I do not like four

“It’s apartment living” –
So says the landlord

When I complain –
To get rules enforced

Well, if so, then I don’t –
Wanna live here no more

New places to live –
I must explore!

03.18.20 – 06.19.20

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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.

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Notes to this poem…

Life in my building used to be a peaceful bliss. Then all these idiots moved in last fall and winter, with this poem being overdue from me just languishing to finish it. I’m still in the same apartment, trying harder to make the landlord enforce building living rules like not leaving your door open when burning food or cooking with strong odours, not doing hammering hobby work late at night, etc.

Please click here for more poems in my COVIDTRY series.

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