no one will care

"No one will care"

running through the tall grass
on the Minneapolis bike path

towards a low glowing orange sun
covered by big glass buildings.

that day after to much beer,
heart racing fear
that nothing gets better

trying to assure myself that my problems are of little consequence and worrying about my drunken belligerance is getting me no where

i stop and take a gigantic breath
my breast grows and grows
until I choke
(the after effects of smoke)

i resume but now walking -
talking to myself
Im a sandy slugish kind of tired

rambling trivialy like a sleepy finger on a cereal box maze

I'm in an ethereal daze
and right now It doesn't much matter where im going

Anyways, no one will care when i get there
so whats the point in showing?