I will wait for you regardless

i go back to this city
where i take this village
humour
and lack of change
let it meet my lack of care
for poems about pity
where it matters
so little
as new drops of visitation
grope an expanding metropolis
where its best to get tired of the nails
and rip
both wrists off
by using the last of your strength
unlike it says in the book
where i first heard the idea
it was quick
and it took everything he had
but eventually
he climbed down
leg by splintered leg
and his old lady
fixed him up
where she waited
by its base.

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