She’s gone as the smoke blew grey beyond scratchy subway windows. Radio turned me on. City’s cut and gone. He ruined it. Leather jacket with red buttons on, gun in his hand. The days came and went, days become weeks, month become years, drugged up trashheads, us. Not to mention you, living in fear, hiding in the dust of the cheap cigarettes we used to smoke when we were young. I guess the story is to be told that way. Excuse me, I was drunk, having sex on dirty backseats inside car wreckages, pants painfully withdrawn between these knees. Jesus saves the strong, get your kicks with this, spray the wall with that. Cut this down, we don’t talk about it anymore. Think she made it through the jungle of that dying place, into the woods, way to the beach. Saw the sun melt her old life down, into an ocean of clarity, fading. Found destiny. And that every beat of her heart is a wave of Nirvana, closing in.