Wednesday, April 6, 2016


I once had a vintage match collection
but I lost it in a series of fires
I lit dozens of packs of cigarettes
Every spark a catalyst
every spark went down in flames
Remember, my ashtray is overflowing

Once I told myself to temper my temper
I stopped being angry a long time ago
Shortly thereafter I promised myself
that the seventh definition of 'mad'
as defined by Noah and his dictionary
is completely delightful, and dignified

I've traveled back to that time again
in a series of trials
devoted to understanding
the delicate intricacies
of getting what you want
getting what you deserve
Putting out, and starting fires

1 comment:

Kathryn Bibb said...

This girl is on fire!!
You are bright!

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