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.