Firecracker evenings
Another insomniac rant from yours truly....
It is one of those evenings
A firecracker evening
When each strand of your hair
Is ablaze all around you
And the dynamite fizzle
Converges at your head
And you feel so nauseous
And dizzy
And limbless
And the world outside
Is splayed out like
Peacock feathers
Of vigorous pinks and teals
And each step perpetuates
Kaleidoscope echoes
All the way to the
Lucy in the sky with
The rain that glitters down like
Droplets of ink
And it gathers into a story
Of the night you learned air
And love
And touch
And you play connect the dots
On a blank white wall
And with the freckles on your skin
All the way to the
Distant hot moon where the
Limbless and dizzy
See the Earth ablaze.
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