This morning,*

I confused a moving car
For a running fox squirrel
This is a problem to me. . .
This ****** city is bleeding its
***** blood over my eyes and its
Making me anxious to take that first step up
Up the rain soaked stairs to that quiet home
Upstairs on the dead floor

Not another living soul but me

In this clearing mo(u)rning
The trees still cry out
From over a thousand acres of land
“God’s good earth is leaving!”
I am leaving then!

I’ve said it before*

I’ll push the start early
Just to see it end and crash
Before I can ever get out alive

Watch me bleed over this
This abandoned concrete wall
All over these hollow ******* halls
These imposing empty skyscrapers that pierce
Her skies and my eyes still see you

I will call you out
This will be my final move
Never again will I be back
I will never return to you

The ferocity of my wrath on this feral city
Will start again after the next one hundred days.