I count on the streetlight going off <br />while I'm under it, <br />as the sky lights up the brides. <br />I'm only married to moving on now <br />and to MAKING OUT <br />like a bandit. <br /> <br />Don't shine on me or guide me. <br />My direction is obvious, <br />as the sky lights up the bribes. <br />I'm only talked into robberies now <br />and to MAKING OUT <br />like a bandit. <br /> <br />My heart is chanting...darkness <br />and I'm counting the streetlights <br />that I steal on the sun's watch.<br /><br />Casey Renee Kiser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/streetlight-bandit/
