Walked a rain-soaked dizzy walk
Wires singing me home
Talking to myself like an old man, old man gone
Pushed your face from the trees
Spitting gutter-speak and shades of loss unbound
Of 'where' and 'why' and f*ck this random cruelty
We all ride its back unwillingly
Pushed your face from the trees
And pictured you cat-curled up in a sleeping frown
Nursing in-retreat a warm heart bruised, a cold-lipped kiss
I hear it