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.