Ginger-snaps

Ginger-snaps

I like starting fires

underwater,

listen to the skull 

shake within

my head.

It's a real trip,

like some waked-out

Les Claypool baseline

echoing in a coffee can.

And the last cigarette 

I smoked,

tasted like kerosene

and Ginger-snaps.

It's not a hallucination

if you believe it is real,

or if it bites back.

And I'm concerned

about a photo that I ripped

into pieces,

keeping them in my mouth.

Just so I can spit out a memory. 

Reviews

[Misery]

Beautiful in its unique voice and refreshing in its fresh imagery.
Well-chosen words, dear poet. Please share more of your style.

"keeping them in my mouth" ... "spit out a memory". Lines surely to become a classic.

[Abigale LeCavalier]

Thank you so much! :)

[Misery]

You are much welcome.