An embarrassing stumble in the waning light,

the street lights start to flicker on,

Trying to find the right words

to say

to you

is like:

 

trying to pass a sobriety test,

freezing mid-speech,

diving in the dark,

finding a path

 

        out of the scorched wasteland of towering                

        monoliths

        and concrete pathways that diverge in a gray                              

        wood

        at ninety degree angles

        each path leading to another

 

“No Loitering” says the sign,

but I've forgotten what I came for,

my mind unforgiven

my soul runs along the curb with the rain water(thank God

for the rain that washes the scum and filth off the sidewalks.

Now I see clearly)

 

On the night of corporation-day,

i'll bow before the giants before me, bathed

in red, green, and yellow,

 

[but only if i'm with you, wasting (y)our time]