index finger #24

and fuck to you, one who
shouts misgivings in my ears.
i am just trying to make a walk
home from one friends house to mine
more enjoyable than the walk from then to now
i am drunk
why don't you send me to hell for it.

okay okay

oh memory, you dog
let the big dog eat
up anything you invested in,
for staring at a tree means more to you
than the past ever will

okay okay

and fuck to you, tree, one who
stops me dead in my tricks
(my tracks lead nowhere
no reason to cease my steps)
and yet, you cause more
inactions than i ever will

okay okay