who will remain whole?

there are trucks that sing
wrong ways of fostering
and my open window is playing devil to
two pillars

when i look out my devil
i see barbed wire and warehouses
whorehouses
a cat on my back an
immeasurable gap and
not to worry because
i am not alone

if i fall through this hole
will it be light or heavy, hot or cold
blessed with soul
or depraved

she held my hand and
said i look like my girl and
not to worry because
we are halfway home