Sometimes every noise
Irritated the crap out of him:
From a fellow passengers’s
Wind tunnel breathing;
The grating sound of a neighbour
Laughing with their grandchild;
The constant wheeze-coughing of
The asthmatic other neighbour;
The moped buzzing up and
Down the road like a giant
All he wanted was the peace to
Be calm and meditate.
Was it too much to ask? He thought, as the call to pray from
The local mosque duetted with
The ding-dong of the opposite church.
“All I want is peace!” He hollered
Over the sound of sirens wailing by.
“Why can’t you all DIE!” He added,
To the open, bedroom window.
The strange and sad thing is that
He meant every blackened syllable.
He saw the world as beautiful,
If only the humans would leave
Him to wander around the
Solemn streets in solitude.
That was his ideal of peace,
If only he could meditate on it.