*I like walking in the
Middle of the road when
The stop lights suddenly
Look like stars and I
Can watch the smoke of my
Cigarette carry every word
I was never able to say.
I always hope for rain.
I pretend I'm being washed
By all the tears of the moment,
If only to comfort the outcry
By soaking it into my skin.
I try to picture myself
On top of the wet pavement,
But all I can see is the reflection
Of the sky. How funny it seems
When looking down.*