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

Published by Cristian Leonardo

Poetry and writing, rhyming and story telling. Depth, and simplicity. Painfully honest. Dreadfully playful.

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