Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Gas light

You remind me
of the traffic light
on the corner of 8th St,
and Cecil B Moore,
which reads both
yellow and green.
I can blame it
on faulty wiring
in its indented base,
disfigured by drunken
hit and runs.
But with you,
it comes easier
to assign myself
as the culprit
of some wrong doing,
real or imagined.

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