Post Petrichor

It’s pouring.
I am hungry and like being in this weather.
So I go get a bagel and get soaked.

It’s still raining.
I bombed so hard last night
That I’ve already shit twice today.

In Montreal.
Wet and remembering
How love is supposed...

Looking up.
Life is like that
Down.

Head harm.
I ate a bag of hammers
And feel the need to apologize.

Love fades.
away,
again. 

Rain has ceased.
Life has increased,
and the song continues. 

Puddle jumping. 
I don't make the rules,
I am just the pooch.