Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Chapter Ten: The Fourth Poem


Flicker to Burst

Is it too much to request
That you pay your debt?
I put a lot of work into this
And the time that’s gone, well, she’ll be sorely missed.
Sometimes emotions don’t make sense
Temptation itself is guiltless
Stupidity’s not contagious
Rage feels good ‘til you start the raging.

Fire, I’ll put you out
Desire, I cast you out
Of my life
Of my breath
Brimstone hail, it soon will pass
It soon will pass.

Am I the lightning or the tree?
Judgment shouldn’t be passed half-heartedly.
Red compliments orange if you look just right
Make a list of angles you haven’t tried.
Hands kiss, lips brush, arms rips open
Warm mist, stay still, what’s “devotion?”
They mock you for your curious notion
Remember Easter at the ocean?

Arrow, I’ll  dodge you
Careful, surrounded
By the lights
Who were right
And now they say, it soon will pass
Stars like to say, this too will pass.

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