Me and the mudlark children

Midnight and a
quiet field in the
middle of nowehere
the rain smells sweet
almost like you

I lie on wet grass with my
face turned upward
the motelsign flickers
somwhere in the distance
can see it in the corner of
my eye

I am alone here, just me and
the sounds of the city, some mudlark
children and
my ego

if I linger out here long enough
maybe I'll remain sane