Attitude

There’s that brown cracking leather dream we are.
Papering the stony walls, we had some
lousy hopes about a type of return.
I asked, what will become of me when you
start taking me for granted? Before you could
water your lips, warm storm bounced in
and knocked me off the steps.
I’ll chain you and draw on you, you know.
We can be both of us, quite easily, and that
answers all the questions. This is nice.
This is a nice thing we are.