electric man in golden showers

Like a leaf I descend below the street to the dark place with fire on the wall and shadows standing tall mocking me. The playing cards peep through the cracks in the wall shattering my last good sense. I move slowly up the staircase and I am followed by footsteps, I look back and see the impressions on the shag carpet loosely covering the stairs. I hear a drawer slam in my room. The Jack of Clubs, the Queen of Hearts, and the Queen of Spades all whisper to me softly saying," come on baby, go ahead, were waiting for you!"
Outside I hear more whispers. They speak of me in rude and unnatural tones. They say things, disturbing things. I go outside to investigate. Nothing I can see, nothing I can hear, not a sound anyplace, nobody near. I wake to find myself in the middle of a pumpkin patch covered by a large blue tarp that flaps loudly. The sun is going down now and the sky is glowing orange with purple streaks coming from little snowcones.
I am electric. I look outside and see a man placing a paper on a car. He looks up at me with a devious smile and slowly walks down the way. Once more alone I am and once more I am satisfied. Like a leaf I am in a storm drain, like a leaf I fall from grace, Like a tree I am alive, like a man I am electric.