who put this here
bricks
heads
bricks
fists
bricks
car
bricks
dreams
bricks
money
bricks
lust
bricks
wall
wall
wall
wall
look for a crack
in the mortar
a single point of light
wall
wall
floating and leaving no trace
who put this here
bricks
heads
bricks
fists
bricks
car
bricks
dreams
bricks
money
bricks
lust
bricks
wall
wall
wall
wall
look for a crack
in the mortar
a single point of light
wall
wall
full moon
but i’m not going to get
all lon chaney jr. on you
no sudden transformation
not much of a wolf
not much of a man, either
not likely to change
this little light of mine
i’m going to let it shine
no teeth and no fur
(except on my back)
and a useless heart
(except as a clock)
you can keep me around
as a paperweight
big as an eclipsed moon
and as inviting
in the car
the radio plays a beatles song
come together
and i sing along, loud
and risk a glance
you move your head
and toss your hair
but you don’t sing
even though you smile
i tell you some trivia
i learned as a kid
about the song yesterday
and it’s original title
scrambled eggs
because i like to look smart
around you
the familiar song on the radio
changes
there’s a bridge
where there shouldn’t be one
and i realize that this is a dream
i want the dream to stretch out
to see where i’m driving with you
but like a candle
the light flickers out
leaving smoke and the stink of burning
–the only evidence of the flame