Creative Piece: I Left the Lights On (4/3/09)

I left the lights on.

Wow, what a bad driver. It was only

for a second, though.

The lights were on and so 

I saw. I didn't want to see.

But sometimes lights will do that,

their faint glow realizes fears,

It's pretty easy to forget as

The battery drains down. And

at the same I can see, as

Pale yellow turns

to brown.

Shift gear, reverse, turn corner.

But still the lights are on

I see the road ahead

unfriendly, sad, and long.

I should have turned them off, not

Wasted 

All my time

The oil burns quickly, quickly

slowly,

I smell turpentine.

But not 

the turpentine I use

To paint my perfect scenes,

My still-lifes and my crafted worlds.

In those light is a thing,

of beauty. Of

vermillion

ochre

emerald

turquoise.

But here 

light is not colorful;

light is stupidity.

It's bland.

No, here, light tells a thousand truths;

but truths of red and orange, green and blue.

I left the lights on. Damn.