my front porch is a broken candelabra

lights that used to form a pattern

now waypoints for sore eyes to wander

in upheaval

there’s something in the driveway

if i ask nicely it’ll take us nowhere

every friday

and i run my hand along the wall fixtures

with the wall switches on

but still in the dark

maybe watch the strange weather effect panes of glass

and i do that monday tuesday wednesday thursday saturday

and sunday

sometimes i listen to the thing in the drive tick

never turn

if i need to get out

ya know

see ****

thats what i do

see ****

lots of it