Trenton makes, the world takes.
I woke up this morning nine stories tall to
the sounds of jack hammers and back up alarms.
Tolling church bells joined the cacophony of
wailing sirens that screamed like demented demons.
The sounds of a city come to life
Trenton, a city of broad backs and stiff pants.
My building is a cuckoo’s nest.
Ah Trenton, ah world, ah so!