People Are dumb I do not like them. But I do love them. Even when they taste Like ashes in my mouth. You Were my favorite mouthful of dirt. I wish I could spit you out. People Are cruel I wish I didn’t have to deal with them I suppose That’s part of why I want to die. People are not cruel They are just oblivious And that Is somehow worse And I wish again That I was dead So I wouldn’t have to see The nothing And its lack of malicious intent. Cruelty At least Indicates affect You are not cruel To the things Which do not affect you. The sidewalk for instance Beneath your feet Pounded beneath your soles You don’t walk upon it because it matters Just It’s there. I was your sidewalk Smooth and flat I kept you from tripping The sidewalk takes you home But you do not Take it home. The sidewalk sits outside Smoking a cigarette And getting rained on. Watching the house Studying the sky Licking the boots. The sidewalk Is just something to walk on You don’t dream of it at night. I have developed some more cracks If you came back now I think you would trip on them. I hope you come back If you tripped I would catch you up in my cement arms And you would never Feel the ground come up beneath you I would show you the grass Growing up between my fingers Cracking the pavement on my chest And you would laugh.