Blinking (At The Scene)

Broke left before it broke right, then up.
The curves roll true, they are predictable.
Dawn confusion and the only known road.

Cigarette butts everywhere, stinking trash.
Very little maintenance, very little effort.
Like a rusted out truck, left to rust more.

Wild observations of literary routines.
Struck with the saving grace of words.
Thoughts revealed, a spring scrubbing.

The motivations of others explored.
The assumers and the make-believers.
Only the good are good in this sad world.

Call out the officers, sirens wailing loud.
Blinking, blinking, red, blinking, blue.
Fires could break out at any time.

Everything will be fine, no nothing.
Rattling experiences for the young.
At the scene of a report that's been filed.