Murmurs

Voices carry

greasy bags

of take out talk

up stained stucco 

beaten down streets

 The Sirens echo

background singers

to the slurred sidewalk solos

under my window

I sit silent

in this hollow

darkness 

listening

Each thought

picks and plucks

my chordae tendineae 

raw 

my atria

flooded

with

static crackle

of white

noise life

NaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo 

Day 21 - Inspired by the prompt to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.