impatient

i'm sorry about the long long voicemail, it was unintentional

maybe last week i could have said i was drunk but who am i kidding? i wasn't

the dirt was stuck on my boots 

and then the hail drilled over my head

half of this city's trees are now naked and wet

and what's this roaring sensation?

   wind?

   pain?

   maybe i'm excited for the outcome?

 well i told my mom about it,  i said (and i wasn't lying)

  i can't sit on the floor, is wet and cold

tried to run to the train station but it was muddy and i couldn't see far ahead

were where you to hold my hand?

oh wait, you never were.

cosmology

what? you think i'm scared? well, no, i guess i'm not scared i guess it's just moving-
that suddenly life works like the railways and goes back and forth
carrying everyone i had sworn to leave behind
except for the two times i though i had seen the doors close...

no, i don't think i'd call it fear,
fear doesn't keep you moving this long
without killing something out of you:
what has died and lost its cause?

   they have been saying
   i should ask for forgiveness
  for advice (and take it)

well the universe... it's wise
believe me i know what i am saying
i have seen infinity beyond my eyes