it's all nothing.

If you'll carry the cold tube,
the compress, the last leg, and the jar
of peanuts, i'll make a pillow out of the
longness of your neck.

I'll watch the fall come and go
and leaves burn scorched marks
on the sidewalks of our hometown
and winter it can go too.

Everything can go, it's all going
anyway. the universe expanding outward
always, and always us going after it.
chasing paper trails and tails, tales
and tailing ponds.

forget it. forget it and everything.
forgive it and forget everything.
forge your smile, your stance,
your brilliance- of all these,
for all these, you are nothing.

if you'll carry the lipstick
i'll burn the effigy.
born still as the dogs breath
dying out.