I Like Reality

I don’t like the sound of windchimes
Anymore
Ding ding drives me nuts
I like moaning
And infrequent laughter
Secret sounds
Chit chat drives me mad
Although
A well written song
For friends
Lights up the atoms
In my gut
A toast of celebration
Or a poem in heat
I’ll take the latter
Because dark energy radiates
From my skin anymore
Friction against it
Is happy endings
By ignorance
And I want to know what is
Going on
My vibration
Resonates
With white puffs of smoke
And blackish bruises.