Brought To You By A Falling Bomb

You hear a jet plane
yawning miles across the sky?
Listen to the garbage truck
back along the boulevard,
car alarms as it passes through the path
You hear the static
rejection of radii thousand
Close the window, love is the most distant
Keep the world outside.
I do not think anyone
However, the steps are becoming stronger,
drowning the sound of the rain,
away from the window
waiting for the phone to stop ringing.
Lately I've been feeling
an exhalation. like a big sigh in my throat
The ground is closer
And heaven
is falling apart.
is like listening to the whistle of a bomb dropping a bomb falling within you