a permanent fixture on this stoop, you and your brooding stoner-like ways.
killing time, waiting for the days to pass,
perhaps ambivalence is my saving grace
self made errands for self made entertainment;
without you, i'm nothing
in the world i see, there is a box.
inside this, another. and inside that,
many smaller, colorless boxes.
in the world i see, humans are motionless pieces of foliage,
save for those that are truly living.
handpicked by the earth; wild, like their mother.
in the world i see, the animals are the hegemon.
there is no misery, no lonliness,
and every resource is renewable.
in the world i see, we went away together.
and you never forgot about me;
because you never had to.
