Waiting

I still see a glow after I close my eyes.
I find myself thinking of home again.
The battered bulb,
The incessant moth,
The acrid summer night, lost in my own back yard.
Shooting beer bottles of the lightning rods.
Burning the earth to stone.
Pounding the deafening night with music,
Trying hard to escape the home I never sought.
Now I try to slow down as my speeding past accelerates to infinity,
The black tar of reality.
I will return too broken bottles and empty chairs,
Stars left lonely waiting to stare down on me,
And the thoughts that took me away from there.