the jonas brothers

let it rain,

while it soaks the skins of preppy peoples

pitter patter on cobblestone streets

where pigeons piss and peck at persons

toss bread crumbs

and sip starbucks

oh, is it good to be alive?

you tell me, she said.

so confusing; maybe, maybe not?

vibes in the back left pocket

BBM from the BF

a reminder that commitments tough, tuff.

tufts. uninspiring. vapid. 

w.x.y.z.

academically pleasing, aesthetically queasing. 

no, it didn't call to me.

and then he called me

and i pressed end

and it did.