Lend Me A Light
Give me a break like a king sized Kit-Kat wafer during the darkest hours. Puddled on the floor like some bell bottoms from the psychedelic seventies. Deep end into the night, Lend me a light. Someone blow this for me, my lungs is whistling and these might be tricky. Once again, plans fell through at the last minute after I already thought it through. This party hat turned into a real dunce hat with that unaccounted for mishap. Childhood home, only relic left behind by the people who shared the same tree as me. The city wants it gone, they wanted me gone six months ago. I don’t fear the bobcat that is going to demolish this house. I negotiated with the city for six months to leave it alone, did this in person and through phone. I can’t be the selfish one for wanting to inherit the land, I ain’t lived there in years but I’ve been missing out. Right now it’s as quiet as a mouse but sun up, gonna be more noise than a landmine. Everything is barricaded, no use of them breaking in when they are already going to break it. Even the back door is two sheets of plywood deep, no man will step foot in here anymore. Sprinkled into the floorboards of the kitchen are the ashes of the people who share the same tree as me, they are right above me on the rankings but are equal in soul. Actual caskets, open or closed would have cost more money. Why buy more land when you could be embedded into the land you own; so I thought. House been here since before the end of the twentieth century, we got rid of the foxes that were creeping in. Greedy city was waiting for the small family to leave, assumed it was smaller because I left home when it was time to get grown and just took it as it came available. All alone I was but with them gone and this land gone, it truly is all gone. Ain’t had a relationship of any kind in some time, they all shatter on me like it’s made of crystal. Years of game managing a lifestyle that wasn’t going to get approved of, laid out a blueprint that was going to fail inspection. Here lies a man that wanted to be a kid again for one more time, one last time. Puddled onto the floorboards, they haven’t been repaired in ages and it feels like I can break on through the other side. The little radio works and it’s playing the same song that was playing when I left Alabama to come here. I looked at you through the shine of the empty bottle of aged whisky, I knew there had to be one last birthday party. This ole rattling thang had range, chased the foxes away but had lock jaw when in close range. Lock jaw in aw of the situation, it aborted mission and wouldn’t speak to me till I leave. Left puddled on the floor for the time being next to some curtains, the chest is wounded. Lend me a light, I can’t reach the lighter in my pocket. All the adrenaline used to light these trick candles on the buttercream cake on the floor, someone blow it for me and carry on the tradition. Buttercream frosting on the cake would have lasted two days in here but these curtains are going up in a blaze. Fire Trucks gone be here before the bobcats, I’d like to see them demolish that. I can have my cake and eat it for once, the one time I don’t have to share my birthday cake I don’t want any.