WOLF ATTACK
fuck you and your fancy shoes.
fuck you and your attitude.
fuck you and your so-called-know-how.

i wear the same con"verse" for a reason.
and rock out the "doc" in my marten.
i wear ripped up scraggly tees from 1994
and wear jeans with more holes than fabric
i will probably wear a dark circle in your soul

i'm an english major with an exclamation
no point
i'm an appetite for an apathetic fervor
for punctuation
a film minor with an obsession for ocuality.

fuck you if it's not a word.
it should be.

fuck the dude that broke into my building
fuck the dude the busted my car
fuck same dude that stole my neighbors shit
fuck you if you know who you are.

fuck this.
i'm done. tired of trying.

to make you smile
giggle
laugh
sway
dance
play
chuckle...life away.

and add up the numbers of dismay
from one to zero
subtract another
you've got none.

i guess i was the only one.
i saw things in a straightaway.
when everything was sidelined
blurred
and busy

now refined and second chanced
tuck your secrets
in hollow pants of echoes
in dry mouths muttering
lies.

fuck you if you think you deny
read the words aloud
and then cry.

WOLF.


(P.S. I love wolves.)