Ringing in the Wind I swear if that phone doesn’t stop ringing I’m gonna smash its fuckin pinky finger,
then it’ll really yowl
and if this 1st floor wind doesn’t stop blowing,
making the lampshade teeter totter
pictures blow off my walls
pens roll off the windowsill
and strands of my hair jump in my mouth,
then I’m gon step out on the terrace
and eat the sun
so that all the atmosphere gonna
come undone.