Distaste

Wait so long

For that crisp moon air

Rain encases the gassy glare

Moves fumes to the core from upstairs

Gutted of that icy flare

No more wear just the tear

Wait til dawn 

Everywhere we carry on

Grass grows and some mow the lawn

You aren’t what you eat but rather where your feet hit the street

And the culminations and bounces we call history

That breeze and the co2 filtered by the trees

Every treat and grievance

Every kiss and stab

All those who never have or had 

Feel distaste

As even thoughts of being blown away

Become shallow in waste

Feel distaste