Sometimes pearshaped   women meltdown   Onto concrete   Splashing sun and   sidewalk insects   Down by these feet   Sometimes puddles   terrify me   As they gaze up   Scrap of paper   floating crumpled   I can't pick up   Goodbye      No one's ever gonna   find out from this   shut mouth   Just be sure to keep   these eyes closed   they can read those      Sometimes people use   their sound holes   Pointed at me   Rusty winds groaning   down alleys   Blow right pas me   Sometimes pipes   creaking inside here   Know me too well   Flesh and steel I had   carved up   For a farewell   Too late      I'll never wish for it   but now it grows inside   just like a moth