carcinogen waves hit
           this town like a bomb
           (where will madness smile?)
no time left to run, too busy screaming
     after that forgotten highway

to come back for us
                      for them
                      for me

Main St. 4 a.m. desolation many times
              that short walk home
                             on dark pavement
                             under pieces of
streetlight / shards of familiarity

& no conversations
as many eyes sang
dangerously close to my veins