poem of the day 09.16.15

drowned rat

wet

b/c it rained

b/c i had no umbrella

b/c i gave it to portia

b/c she needed one

b/c that little drizzle that started on forbes

turned into a monsoon by bellefield

b/c it was raining so hard

water ran like rapids toward gurgling drains

b/c everywhere i walked i kicked up puddles

b/c i stepped in a pothole up to my ankles wet

b/c i tripped and landed on my knee wet

b/c nobody noticed

b/c i can pass these streets like a ghost

b/c i’m a writer bum

wet

and i needed that umbrella

and i didn’t realize that when i gave it to portia

and i didn’t realize it walking up bellefield

and my shirt was drenched

and my jeans were soaked

and my shoes were done for because of that pothole

and gene kelly can kiss my ass

and b/c the 77B bus took forever

and it was raining when i got home

and i never changed my clothes

and i listened to music wet

and had dinner wet

and read henry miller wet

and went to bed wet

b/c i work up the next morning in the same damp jeans

b/c i have the same jeans on again

casing this depressing campus with a sniffle and cough

and i didn’t realize anything until this moment

b/c i’m oblivious to everything

except the fact

that portia has a boyfriend.