you got a sun for me in that bag
on your back? you find whatever it was
you were looking for out there?
was there someone there to
keep your wounds warm, and
nourish your empty heart with milk?
was there a sun where you were?
did you have light when you made love,
could you see her face sparkle? had
she any loves before you, I know
how you like them new and young.
you keep your spine out there?
did you keep it high, and carry it well?
or is that just a thick piece of cardboard
running up your back? the rain
has you bent, all up and down.
are you coming home? we got all
the streetlights lit, and the fires
out. because I do believe you have
my heart, and your gun hanging
off the same sleeve, is that true?