(no subject)

[franklotion]

i walked through the blank solstice and

i counted every single step

one, two, three and

four and five

with one, two, and three being the most

and four and five without forethought.

staring at the fluorescent grey

hued streetlights by the bodega flicker like it always does

one, two, three, four

sometimes five-

and though

i gotta get away

and so on

there’s

six, seven, eight and nine

ten balconies in my shitty neighbourhood

to me, them, and unwanted doves-

pigeons that we stopped shooing away anymore

and they’re there

eleven, twelve-maybe thirteen

if it didn’t skip to fourteen

without a necessity to

blink because without pause

they can step and stand before

one