Kicked In

I wish the nights were warm again this month

We could stay up all night

Occupy the porch on the front

Of the house where we might

Always forget to replace the bulb in the glass

Rectangular vase

The lamp on the street flickers on through the trees

And I can see your face

Kicked in and dark inside

Lit below and burning white

Kicked in and left at once

Folded, found and kept alive

Well I've never had one of these before

And it's stronger than I thought

Someone put the glass in my hand and

Romanced by the shape I was

He said "rocket fuel is the key"

He called it clear and hard

And it wipes me out

And it warms me up

Well I hope so

'Cause it's bitter cold