Bat Shit Crazy
In the last five minutes:
I hear traffic on the street beside my bedroom
I hear a conversation of a phone call over the speakers in a car
People talking on the street
Dishes being washed and the clinking, and clanking of silverware
A truck idling on the street in front of my house… and it’s pneumatic noises as its trash compactor operates and the men load and operate it
I hear the airplanes high in the sky
I hear the clock on my wall ticking
I hear a distant train horn blowing
I hear a motorcycle exhaust
I hear a car horn
I hear glasses being gently clashed together
I hear my heartbeat
I hear my internal neck joints cracking
I hear car doors opening and closing
I hear my own breathing
I hear my wife’s shuffling feet
If it were possible to hear the mechanizations of my own mind … I’d go bat shit crazy.
Is that a thing? “Bat shit crazy”?