allegiance

there is always someone. that’s the problem.

there is always someone. that’s the problem. here comes the mailman. fuck his footsteps. in the scheme of things, none of these leaves help the aching bone in my foot. so fuck the leaves. fuck the leaves. fuck ’em. when they sog up in the rain and forget about who has to rake them up. fuck the ruckus they cause up under the snow. fuck how horny they seem, all wet. how they prop up on one elbow. how dark, here at the bus stop like i should take them home. i wish it were this simple. i’m not blind, or fucked, and fuck them for knowing that. i wish the leaves would get down on one knee. repeat after me. 40 i wish the leaves would get down on one knee and kiss this heat. i wish i didn’t have to believe in sound like they don’t have to believe in sound. it’s not snowing yet. and i wish my body would soften. words, i wish for them too. the daylight thinks this is funny. tells you to sleep it off. yeah, well. fuck him too. 41 ...