Wait, mister, don’t go,
Tell me,
Which way is home?
Nighttime has painted the street signs blind
To my eyes;
The highway rumbles
And headlights march along the road in lines.
They’re meant to hypnotize, I think.
Stop asking, I can’t stop mumbling!
They stapled my paper lips shut
So I wouldn’t chew my bit;
Plain speech might rip my face apart.
Mister, don’t go,
Show me the sidewalk that leads to home.
It’s a quarter past five.
I will patiently wait ’til nine,
While the moonflowers fold themselves
Like bleached towels,
And while vampire gangs prowl the hillside
As they stalk their last calls;
Hear them moan, hear their growls,
Because sunlight is coming
To eliminate the gloom
And illuminate the directions you gave me.
Tell me,
Which way is home?
Nighttime has painted the street signs blind
To my eyes;
The highway rumbles
And headlights march along the road in lines.
They’re meant to hypnotize, I think.
Stop asking, I can’t stop mumbling!
They stapled my paper lips shut
So I wouldn’t chew my bit;
Plain speech might rip my face apart.
Mister, don’t go,
Show me the sidewalk that leads to home.
It’s a quarter past five.
I will patiently wait ’til nine,
While the moonflowers fold themselves
Like bleached towels,
And while vampire gangs prowl the hillside
As they stalk their last calls;
Hear them moan, hear their growls,
Because sunlight is coming
To eliminate the gloom
And illuminate the directions you gave me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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