Little Fires

Little Fires

A Poem by Blackbird
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Coughcaw-esque

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glass and asphalt on the roadway

a man gets robbed

a butterfly flaps it's wings alone in a forest next to the burning bridge we'll cross.

little fires everywhere


i write because i value writing

i want to be bejewelled and valuable.

so I'll copy and lie

i'll go centerstage and hide.


the loss of a cacoon

and something else that sounds cool

pain for art

and anything for the arts


check the mirror

it's a reflection of ourselves

we are all born

and we are all born crying


make fun of those making fun of those making fun while never having fun

little fires everywhere


flocking nouns brought to the adjective noun

it's dark and damp and wet and dry and bright

something bad is happening somewhere

and i am writing this


little fires everywhere


writing is fun

writing this is fun

i prefer it to small talk

and talking about the things I've seen recently


it has the posture of meaning

and yet there is so little

and that self-awareness, above this line

makes it smart


this isn't stupid

it's deep

cause it's stupid

and that makes it serious


nothing is anything is anywhere is everything

that line doesn't mean anything

until it does

to someone, somewhere, sometime


hehehhehee

hoohoohohoho

ahahahahahahh

jajajajaajjajajaajaj


little fires everywhere


a line that represents theme and structure

written by someone who knows nothing

someone who does a puzzle starting with the outside

cause that's the way my grandma taught me.


but i never finish the middle


a little fire here


variations on a theme make something impactful

the piece that doesn't belong in a pattern that doesn't really have rules


everything's a pattern eventually


put that on a t-shirt and smack someone's a*s


I got no style and I got no class


so don't stand for the sadists of this life or the last


it's the deal of the plastic to the massive fascists


the molasses of the slow masses


churned liked butter


bubbling like a soda


tastes like sin


and feels like the way everyone loves a christian allusion


maybe I should replace the 'a' with an 'i' on that word


or not


i dunno


i dunno anything


if there's anything to know


i'm mindlessly writing right now


to beat some kind of word count


to better my competitor


and seem like i was always a deep writer for the future that looks back on this


to prove something to me, them, and anyone who listens to people with nothing to say.


little fires everywhere


their heat is cold and their light is dark


their love is hate


and their fuel doesn't make it run


the piss and burn of the lantern's oil


grazing already burned skin


has nothing to give


and nowhere to live


it's destitute


little fires everywhere

little fires right here


© 2024 Blackbird


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Humans are gross. Crows and ravens are better, they admit their addiction to carrion.

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for real. for real. for real.

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Added on February 27, 2024
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Blackbird
Blackbird

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