climb a spark

outside the beagle barks

the night's already dark

an hour ago left alone

to climb a spark like a star

the first one eye see

the fastest light to reach down deep

beneath the hardened surface

quick breath like a crocodile

then back under awhile longer

as eye hold this breath and run

into the other room quick

for a drink to soothe this fire burn

lights flashing in eyes

like lightening in clear skies

sirens blare as if they were chasing OJ

back east down the highway

for some reason remembering

being in Lakeville and don't remember why

what reason for that memory to be

etched in the brain after all the rain

collecting the thoughts drowning in back yard puddles

where all the moss continues to grow

all through the night while others sleep

straining eyes under one bulb

but enough light to keep the night going

another hour at least extra cushioned seat

people walking outside voices carry strange

can't tell which street they are on

the temperature has dropped fifteen degrees

since five thirty one of these nights

might bring a shot right through one of these screens

even if it's only smoke

he hears the downtown train

it must be eleven o'five...