This Week (part two)

Careening on
black
and coming up
short firecrackers
blasting in my ear

And I'm watching that fuse, that
spark burn down
close
how long can I wait?
before I throw
and
strangely try
to get
burned again.

Hoping for
that
chunk of
fuse
out the back of an emotion
hurling itself into the
sky,
loudly and
above the trees,
to come sizzling backward
into my forehead.

It burns it
all burns and
I spit
and struggle
and blow shit up.

Fuming fumes and smoking smoke
brimstone and tobacco.

This Week (part one)

This is how it starts, humid
and hot
           sleep is hard
and
regret, paranoia, the death of
love fallen on a poisoned
                    dart
gnaws at
my heels.
The Snarling
           Devil
           Snapping
in time
                    with my
                    bones cracking
listening,
            (listens)
and agreeing
       (agrees)

That Jar is nearby
           and I would
For
      a
  Kingdom
or
       a
Song,
                Drink and sweat and swear and hurt
But, to sleep.

And we will
see just
how
barbaric
I become.