Last night I saw you.You were aloneand stiffThey told me to leave youthat I had done enough.How could I?When it never even began.Last nightwe said goodbyeDo you remember.Last nightI cutthe cordI cut my veinsand allowed the blood to runfree.Freer than ever beforeLast nightwe spokefor the last timeAnd in your voiceI smelt her breath.“Goodbye”“It was nice”“See you around”Never encompasswhat should be there.38You changedI changed.And in that I find solace.Change is progressof any sortand growthand that only ever meansNature taking its courseNaturallyYou and Iwere never meant to beLast nightIn my veinsI saw thatAnd I ranFree

eleven o'clock at nightand it's time to move the car off the street'cause tomorrow's sweeping daywhen the big truck comesto vacuum along the sidewalkfollowed by a parking control chase vehiclethat gives tickets to guys like mewho forget the rulestwenty-eight dollar citations written upby uniformed women who are up at dawnslapping flimsy slips of paper on windshieldsmaking 'em stick to the dewy glasslike toilet paperlike face cream on ******* toilet paperthat either plug up the commodeor sit melting with the other face-creamed wads in the trash can next to the commodewith nothing to do except stare you in the face,to remind youthat you forgot the ******* rulesand now it's gonna cost youtwenty-eight bucks.time to move the car,time to make things rightyou *******.