the Impostor Trees

Sometimes

Driving at night

I feel the lights

Are performing

Just for me

Except I, am undressed:

Grazed to revolution

And dissolve,

In sympathy...

The symphony

Of clamoring reds

Of yellows that greet

Me eye to eye

High or low...

On the silky or sunken roads...

...Bumps and stops...

They mean nothing to me

In the wake of night

I shiver

Exposed and willing

Wide and unwavering

Like the streams of lights that pebble in-to mist...

Liquid gold in my veins

Pumped rouge running

Crumbling sweet

Apple pie in the back

(of my head)

Zzzz z

“Traffic lights don’t hurt” -

As much, in this e-motional munch.

Oh! these impostor trees!

Have their own allure

They also light up when I’m passing by

Making me blush

And everything’s blurry in the shimmer of trees.in.disguise.

It goes like this

Like it will never end

And I don’t want it to end

When it does

I’m sad and alone and hungry somehow

Mad at the night

So clear

and meaningless in its painless touch