Body be haphazard bones.
We put the rest to rest.
How the rasp of your tongue comes home to here.
How the holy penance I pay is fading every day.
How we are very nearly almost okay.
How the mangled corpse of a dirty university
floods nostalgia through the static of my mind.
Delinquint I am and must thus be found.
So tired and yet so fully inspired come now how
we tore the churches to pieces and skipped all the way home.

(home never existed in the first place)

(i will bring home to here)

.

A town of disrespect
The trains are wrecked
The night is younger then us
Nowhere is anywhere else
You keep to yourself