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FIRE WARNING! i didn't read that.
by Lori St. George
i lie wide awake
dry eyed,
perceiving
the fission of night.
you are not tired.
the ceiling is on fire.
a devastating phenomenon of light,
so tangled and kind.
your thumb streaks ash
across my cheek.
this is right.
you are right here,
locked in my skin
branded with a bite,
seared.
inhale the second hand smoke
until we both
choke.
"Because yeah, its going to go down that way"
it was
"YOU!"
the all undone alchemist,
who
can't sleep
or weep.
this place is going to burn.
promise me your soul
to keep?
promise me your soul
to learn?
And
Explode
Atomize
Combust with me!
watch
wood turn to coal,
and metal to rust.
tie me to the old tree
and make me
watch
as you drop to
your knees
begging me please
to stop.
You can't breath.
"but it's too late for that."
"look son catch!"
my fingers
smell like
gasoline,
your skin
and a used match.
12/04/2010 Posted on 12/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Lori St. George
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 12/04/10 at 04:31 PM That ending is amazing. a.may.zing. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 12/04/10 at 07:51 PM ...because our undoing is often times our own making - or the dream sequence we dare not wake from. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/10 at 09:41 PM The last stanza is indeed amazing, but I like that second one even more. Good stuff. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/06/10 at 04:38 AM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/23/11 at 02:31 PM it feels like such a frantic pace, like i couldn't get through it fast enough, but it was over too quickly. awesome! |
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