on visioning

it's almost 8am. the rain is about to blow my fuckin brains out. i'm so fed up waiting for my last "allowance" from my previous employer. i'm so sick of my low-existence, witchface landlady questioning me, about my sister's stay in my apartment. i could slap my backpay bux to her effin face. my room is sealed tight like an airplane cabin. i don’t hear the maids of my neighbor thru their laughter. there’s no buzz of city lights in the village (of course!), white noise, or even a distant radio playing. i may as well be fading into a painting. i'm about to sleep..