bass creeps
through every window and every door
leaks through your ceiling to my laminate floors
and the malaysian jelutong knows every note and word of your tremendous song collection.
rattle the ice
thats on the inside of my windows
set your watch by the sirens, hooligans who are always right on cue.
hunt for clues
in the choreography of the city below
in the tattoos of those in the know
seek revelations in their blots of inky constellations.
don't turn the other cheek
turn that set of speakers back around
and turn your neighbour into soggy ground.
and they will know that this is not a bluff when i reveal my six foot golden sub-woofer.
bass creeps.
