Anything?

coyote-siren Poems

Would anything change if I left where you all stood would you be doing less opiates and making somewhat constructive conversation? Would you go unpunished for my excuses or anticipate someone yelling while you drove? I can’t see why someone would miss a savage like me Bickering, or ******** or slutting, or strangling You’ll all rest in peace (not death, you barbarians) when I’m not having spasms next to your sink Could anyone contort your face like I can when I tell you how filthy or gorgeous you look? (no.) Is anyone going to replace this void that I’ll create in this cell the walls stained with old ***** the rug covered in excess hair In my defense I’m truly insane it should be no wonder that I live in such a cave When I leave you’ll be much more relieved I do wonder, however how quickly you’ll age Or if I’m the one to age whistling through deserts and forests and tripping on sidewalks or drowning in corporate fountains I cry hopelessly that I’m not a catalyst because I don’t want to stay here when everyone is through The rain will wash out your bloodstains on my clothes I can’t stumble through a laundromat without feeling like a derelict Maybe I’ll take up smoking and deal crank to minors and abuse my dogs and **** my wife (or husband) Or I’ll become a banker and pocket your money to burn when I’m cold or bury under expensive food It’ll take ten more warehouses and a thousand more people to chain me to this map of my adolescence Leaving here I’ll lose my mind between the branches and streams and the abundance of towering behemoths that grew only lifetimes ago