solitude is what i want
on a bus headed to some
shitty city just as long as i’m stoned
and it’s raining and i’m hungry
and i’ve no money and have to borrow for a grilled cheese
at the next stop only then will
the droplets on the pane
uneven birds
in the passing trees resound with any
magnificence any solution of emotion

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s