Anarchist squirrels free seed from my kind neighbours’ feeder.
The proletarian kit of pigeons are most welcome for this,
as they are for our balconies; our ongoing conversion
of open air to rock face. After bird carnage at city hall, officials
have covered-up the glass walkway with brown paper.
Report: Warhol’s prophetic tweet is inverted heretofore:
In the future everyone will be shamed for fifteen minutes.
Another neighbour kept two brown work-socks
hung all winter. Another neighbour manifests solely
as a cat let out; a cat who makes both mine purr.
When a neighbour leaves our common landlord endeavours
months’ of reno., raising the rent of the free unit
such that every new neighbour is richer than the last.
Out front, a man pulls up with a piece of chalk
snug in a cigarette holder; it must be four.