One More Lilting Adrenalin Riff

Trees sway like an afterthought & the traffic picks up
Murmur of distant sea, pale beneath the haze
Swim out of it in someone else’s raincoat
Half-a-pack of cigarettes in yr pocket but no money
And later you might miss the wet leaves clinging to the pavement
You might fade . . .
You might get tough for a minute then black out to prove
Something about darkness being an emotional response
In permanent rainy neon like gauze
Each moves slowly within
Or tiptoes to the edge of I don’t know what darkening