Hung

After hours
Sweet n’ sour
Hangin round
Home unbound

Lurk and looking
Hope keeps cooking
Hidden, lonesome
Down off Folsom

When I wonder
Longing hunger
In the shadows
Mine don’t matter

Towards the door
Heart is sore
No one for
To come undone

Dizzy stumble
High to humble
Home alone
Grind and groan

In the morn
Scourge and scorn
Self reproach
First class coach

All I’m after
Vector, Raster.
Spirits calling
Faster falling


9/3/21