Me and My Carhood, Musing
Overcast night
Hauntingly bright
Seven-hour light
As seen from afar.

Foolish fight
Discovering might
From broken rights
Now are learned to be ours.

But broken promises never mended well
As the scars thick and crossing do tell
Blown glass, abstract in its fracture lines
Set back from the nicer things, not as fine

Steel bird's flight
Does bring about sight
World drawn tight
Drive 'til you see the stars