this one hurt (when fire-breathers begins to realize that the reactions to his own pain is self destructive)

i am breathing fire
but, im not a dragon
an average person.
swallowed matches
ran across a sea of stars in moon boots.
army canvass
the catalyst sparks. deactivate the manned fuselage
tight-lipped gargantuan stares through his art,

for hours (or it seems)

want to be touched yet wince when you do
slight grimace, a sly indication, it’s a bit too obtuse
the allusion, any minute now it might finish
what do you mean when you insinuate that now’s not the time?
postponed rain-checks. outside in rain boots thousand of times
acid wash downpour. denim daiquiri stain
reticle-strain, bloodshot-battlefield. blades
where to embark? devilish ear to ear grin
started the year with resolutions hand in heart
fear to be seen alone, energy barely consumed
jumpstart my heart battery; only bleeding for you
tomfoolery.
doomed to usual standard
how to meander directions when my satellite is depressed
crop-circle on fire. what a fiery mess
tried to find himself but he was lost in what i left in you
that 1800 hotline already memorized my

number

will somebody listen
a snowflake with their pillows drenched
day dream outrunning this avalanche
giving everyone the attention i seek

& when it’s returned to me, he barely speak
i don’t want it.
i just
just want these hands to stop
drowning me
they hurt.
every night before sleep, i tell them to leave
they peek over my canopy bed until three

in the morning

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