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
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
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
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