the last water
the last of june
remember your first diamond?
what about a lady who could secure all my fetishes through all of autumn?
what about the latest of dark clouds?
the heavy wind making a mess of your prized appearance
people circle around for the headache
trying to make the light
can i be god after this?
the sex rubs and wares off
i saw someone’s clothes thrown out in a rainstorm
i’m long overdue for a good cry
drinking off the burn until I can no longer differentiate a nicotine buzz when I have one
a woman in the lobby buys me a drink and flirts with me long enough to get me through the following door
i am again the dryer catcher
i try to refrain from writing out life occurrences that’ve been better said in books
so i’m chasing the storm home
my first time officially as a peeping tom
she knew i was watching when she took it off
handwritten over a few days
“last water” to “rainstorm” at open mic
“good cry” to “dryer catcher” drunk after work
“life occurrences” to “storm chasing” at open mic again
then feelings were hurt and i was drunk again
a woman/couple asked me for directions to the room below mine
as i was later taking out the trash I saw them preparing for bed through their window
i slowed down to watch and i believe she saw me before taking off her shirt and bra just as i was turning the corner and they then closed the curtains.