Burning

Fire plays across my palm

But I don't feel a thing.

Funny how

This always happens. Maybe

I am composed of pure heat.

Or maybe

Maybe

Maybe I just like fire.

Lighting fires is one of my pastimes. 

Mom even had to hide the matches.

I had a dream

That I biked down to a depaneur. And bought a lighter.

Fun is right.

We can burn brighter than the sun.

We just don't try.

Maybe because destruction isn't their thing.

Sure is mine.

But anywhoo.

I have people to see

Fires to light.

Burn you later.

Bye.

Reviews

[JC]

ha, dig it. gritty city realness.

[micky]

Kinda creepy and sphco-tendency feeling to it but I like the piece:p

[September Mallory]

Thank you.