I've got the gawks and I am picking up your quirksnNot another dead bird!nYou catch all but the gullsnThere's enough oil here to slick back our stray hairs forevernnLorraine, they saynYour gray is gracenAnd your decay will wash awaynLorraine, your rain has bleary eyesnBlinking for the skylinennShelter is easy but it's home you can't findnAt least it takes timenI've got the fear and I am tugging at your sleevenNot another dead word!nYou will kill nonsense deadnThere's enough sulk here to swallow the youngest tearnIn clouds forevernnNever seen a shooting starnMistaken for a meteornFrom the crowded Erie shorenThere you werennI've got the shakesnAnd I am praying for your gracenQuickly, before I move awaynYou're a karma bombnnThere's not enough movement here to fuse rivers and divisions for a minutenLest forevernnLorraine, they call you herenYou're supposed to see itnThat the city makes its own starsnThey catch firennThere's hope in your shadowsnDark only in the sickest waysnIf we squint 'til the heavens are clearnYou'll be nearnI come to you bearing plentynAll of it worthless probablynCan you take the worst from me?nCan you take the fool out of me?nnLorraine, I'd saynYour gray is gracenAnd your nasty will vindicate