Nightshift hangover.

Fix my clumsy gate so I can close it.

Want to go home, but don't know which way to turn.

Wonder if you'll read this.

I drove by, just to torture myself.

Squinting into the too-bright morning

Dying shadows of a too-dark night

Left that piece of chewed-up heart on the doorstep again

To be eaten again by the eagles and worms.

Night after night it grows in between the cracks again

And I leave it out to wither

Day after day after.

Squint into the too-bright morning

Breathe in her dewy flesh

I wander tired circles around a stirring city

All beeping and red lights.

I flutter and stumble to my little roost.

The sidewalk all but pushes me through the door

To be done with my whinging.