barricades

the road ached with lemonade construction as i drove 
past the cementry. one-way streets cat's cradling
through the city's hornet's nests. i'm trying to park.
trying to be a car. elbows falling from a grey cloud.
porch people & their banisters. stray cats laugh
with quarter's for eyes. i am another person
who wants to fry eggs on the side walk. who digs 
graves in the sidewalk & plucks spring onions
from the sidewalk. i hold my steering wheel 
like a microwave dinner as cars put on goat horns.
every house is a pocket book of bills & mint candies.
i finally find a spot. the sky is a pink. i am far away.