Friday

THe F-150 growns into the night
it accelerates and gasps its last
the sound drowns in the saturated asphalt
I've never seen them before
paranoia can act like smoker shakes
going up my spine
Why were they infront of my car?
Why are they here?
serenity drizzles rain on tranquility
in darkness
except for street lamps
and the lights in my apartment
reflecting on the sliding glass door
NOw I feel I am the only one here
the cars are lifless in the parking lot