Silent Night Driving.

Night holds thin like waxy paper under new made fudge we slip on sliding stove outside in;
Round and neutral,
Colored lights strung round silent tree:

We hold our hands up to heaven
Whisper like something will happen;

- Sky is dark -

- Sky. is: Volatile and Bleeding and shimmer silhouettes of trees across the street:

(...slick pavement tssk tssk walking feet...)

- Sky is wet -

Rain slithers through cracks and cleans up old vomit and new grime and paints in splattered hurricane streaks down car windows while you drive on the silent streets on Christmas Eve.