sounds like

There is so much sound

Floating around.

I can feel it between these apartment walls,

Yes, there certainly are

           stories

Untold & unfolding.

My neighbors have their own unique sound 

And its a mixture between 

Elevator music

And how I imagine

A flamingo 

Would 

Compose

Music 

For       

Porn.

Needless to say...

It gets me in weird moods.

I suppose it inspires me

 to go down elevators.

      Other times

I want to stand in a pond

With one leg, while yelling

       obscenities at people

    All while wearing

Obnoxious neon pink.
(of course)

Other days,

The secrets that are kept

In the parking lot 

Fills up my Big-Gulp mind

with

Dub step and 

Candy rappers.

My mind asks

if it can vomit

and regress

back to a time

when robot sex

didn't rule the radio.

Still,

I suppose it's a sound,

Still, it's not the sound for me.
No,
I like my sounds to be jazzy
horn sections
and slow dancing
you know.

I heard the sound of love

When an old man

    kissed his

  Old lady

On the mouth.

I found out
what soul was

when I thought I lost
 (my own). 

It's because of this sound.

That beat,
 beat,
bwam!

That thump

This heart.

It  beats because of the sound.
Sure,

Sometimes it skips

When it gets scared...

Sometimes it races

When it finds something

Worth running for....

Sometimes it sinks

Because it's turned to stone....
but

Sometimes it's dancing

Because I am...

All of these noises

all of this sound

bring me

bright lights

And place them in my eyes.

These sounds,

will inherit my mind when I'm gone.
And THAT

makes me feel like a robot

Who has just discovered

My programming

Has failed

And now,
 consequently

Am

For the first time

experiencing 

Hunger.