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!