the fiesta

the police
do nothing about the noise.
the music
blasting through the walls,
shaking
your dishes,
your teeth, your porcelain
collection
of Baywatch dolls.
the police want no part
of it.
they ask you to record
or film
the drug use, the seven families
that come
and go. the pit bulls,
and other assorted dogs.
they want you to help
them get to the bottom
of your noisy neighbors.
provide evidence
that you can't sleep, or
live this way.
the neighbors laugh
when they see you, raising their
beer cans mockingly
in jest. they wave
and nod their heads,
pushing back their hats.
they know
there is nothing that can
be done by you or anyone.