My Kerosene Highway

My kerosene highway.
Walking the road alone
Under the sky alighted
With bursts of white lightening;
The abberations of familiar people
Standing to the sides
Behind the solid white painted lines
Are longing to know
To feel
To understand.
I calmly light a match
And toss it
Onto the soaked asphalt
Making my personal hell
A reality
To those who now, visually
Understand.