I count on the streetlight going off
while I'm under it,
as the sky lights up the brides.
I'm only married to moving on now
and to MAKING OUT
like a bandit.
Don't shine on me or guide me.
My direction is obvious,
as the sky lights up the bribes.
I'm only talked into robberies now
and to MAKING OUT
like a bandit.
My heart is chanting...darkness
and I'm counting the streetlights
that I steal on the sun's watch.
Casey Renee Kiser
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/streetlight-bandit/
