If it were for nothing else
I'd be some crazed earth elemental
tripping a chasm in a styrofoam cup
doping fat beats
beating fat kids
tricking out razor blades
in some desperate negotiation for clemency
But I won't.
So I'm not.
So there.
I'll tell you something though
between this amber mist
and the hazely smoke rings
under zither music
past spy girls and german machine guns
When you start a fire
it spreads.
til your whole head is engulfed
in some suffocated deluge of amorous withering.
Wilting as you crawl out of the pot
crawl over broken glass and seething poison.
til your whole chest
not just your heart
goes missing
the very second you part.
Til that sinking, desperate lonliness wins.
And you're left counting flakes in a blizzard of ash.