Feel It All

[conqueror49worm]

Sipping open Coke cans.
The corner stores are closing,
but it's my dime
those neon signs are running
on.

I'll wait, but I won't anchor.
Two J's, out of paper.
Weight without the razor.
I never wanted to be useful.
I just wanted to feel
used.

Back behind the old track,
slapping up a new tag.
Pack a bind, it's all drag,
and your eyes are round as the
rims of firefly
jars.

I'll wait, but I won't anchor.
Like lace between the vapor,
I will learn to be delicate later.
I just want to feel
something, something, something.
I wanna feel it all.