Ode to the Neighborhood Skunk

I suppose I am not old enough to know any great truths

In the city there are tight expanses
Of light and buzzing and -scapes
But I get back to the page and I'm lost

Look, I wasn't ready to say goodbye, okay?
I just can't finish this

Commence and cry and fuck me
There remain questions too trite to voice
And protests that whither
Under the weight of resolve

Gagged and bound, we stumble
Ever-onward
Toward some vague hope of silence