Consequential Nonsense

ive been walking a lot. miles at a time. going nowhere, and then coming back. maybe this is what rushes through my head through my headphones...

the sky is grey

and the rain is falling

there are little spiders waling along the asphalt

trying to outrun

the scrawny lithe cats

chasing them

up their driveways

my head is locked in its downward spiral

eyes locked with the charcoal

someone’s giant hands smeared

across the street

with no regard

to the passing cars

and passing people

 

I walked right past him

I doubt he remembers my name

I plan on retreating

into the smell of smoke

from the fireplace

the fiendish smell of chai tea

my hands are buried in layers

the lack of gloves keeps them cold

cloud cover and waves of sunlight

providing ample conversation

for the amount of consciousness

I let myself take hold of

 

the sky is grey

and the rain is falling

exhaling its way

to my feet

I feel the bitterness of frost

gone and coming

through my toes

and taste it

on my tongue

I have this nagging suspicion

that winter could be imminent

 

it isn’t so sad as I imagined

giving back an hour of my sunlight
anyways

I paint the town a brighter red

when it’s dark out

and no one can see me
finger painting

Author's Note

i dont even know