BELGRADE SUBURBS

Little lighted cubicles -
boxes of homes stacked
upon each other;  inside:
people… TVs, dinners, guests,
reunions…
needs and dreams and
hopes  … all
stacked up high;
high in the dark sky.

LIVES BETWEEN WALLS

We hear each other’s lives
Through the walls

Late at night -
They shout theirs

And we scream ours.

Their dog is prone to barking
When they shout;

Our baby’s prone to crying
When we scream;

And the only thing that
We can all agree about -

Is having bad neighbours.