chaos and honey

i sit in a tree naked
and caculate the dead appendages i will one day have
when i fall down
face first into the soil and rot like an orange, except
the smell will stink
and people will stare and wonder who i am not knowing
that it doesnt matter.
because dead can no longer count, dead can no longer
pee down on cars
within the tree from which i count the days and wonder
how much longer.