text: The north wind sinks the fence around a lot full of debris
  Near the corner of Memorial and me
  Where resurrected brick and drywall lead back into place
  Theres a terrified reflection on my face
  All alone at the gleaming knife display at the army surplus sales
  As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails
  Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags
  Peer at me from the crumpled dark
  Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light
  And then leak across the body of tonight
  While rain and thunder drop and roll then stop short of a storm
  Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born
  As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door
  Just another door that wont open for me anymore
  The exit red gets brighter then blinks off
  Presses me into the crumpled dark
  Theres a billboard by the highway
  That says welcome to
  But no sign to show you when you go away
  And our demolitions punctuate
  All we mean to save then leave too late
  So I make my shaky exclamation mark
  With a hand full of
  The crumpled dark