I’ve been watching rain fall
In front of a High pressure sodium streetlight
Across this dead end street
For 20 some odd minutes
This municipal monstrosity 
Orange day glows the moment
I could pop the plate on the pole
And pull the fuse and darkness would follow
I could

Somebody down Price Road just set off
A 500 roll of Black Cats
On a Tuesday in June
It’s either trailer park or trap that way
Whichever it is
It’s cheaper than the bullets
That usually pop the quiet of night

Moments like this should be crumbled 
And rolled in hemp leaves
Licked and sealed
And set ablaze with a fire of some sort
That somebody sets
Then passed to the left

The rain stopped