Poem: Redhanded

I take my leave
from soft places.
Known for an attempt
at makeshift grandeur.
At the close of a dusk
a gas lamp assumed
monstrous proportion.
To outshine and outsize,
running lights in yellow.
I yelled when it happened,
in surprise of fast money.

*previously published on http://musicalprimates.com

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