November 1, 2016 by Wayne.
the night, again
the gurgling water through
chutes against brick walls
the leaves and flexing twigs
all had much left to say:
“are you just going to keep buying stupid shit
“you can’t rub the pain out that way
“maybe now we could get hot dogs?
Here to fuck and not much else
There are bikes and the occasional longboard
And runners across the wind
(i like you but i can’t love you this way)
Here’s the second part of forgetting: