I kneel in reverence to ember dulling
then blow in a prayer hissed
rushed dragon kiss
of life into the night's glowing coals

I exhale with a fury of love,
having imagined the world
has taken your face, your form
and more

replaced you with mere
frail memory-

And so the kiss of fire,
hiss and crackle
pyre and pile
on furnace face

glows in rapt attention
at the light thrown red
as heat and life is given

beneath its burdensome adventure
rolling far above
my shoes kiss the smile
in its dark lair pocket
of glistening gulps
broken shards
stuttering
sizzling like a cold fire
these lights
thesis of mirth
exposing a fang
for throats
Let me taste the
fury of this gloat
gushing in its
creek bed wilds
latent brush
corpulent need

Revelation at 25,000 Volts

When high voltage strikes a man,
one wonders what his briefest
thought might be before life
dissolves in sparks of electricity—

Will he submit that his demise
is quite in order with the nature
of this world, maybe rejoice
in believing that he is free
to join his deity forevermore?

Lights, Camera, Horror…

Their cameras steeped in gory lust,
commentators soon fit to bust.
Little wonder they’ve lost our trust,
as they do what they so, so must.

Now an audience who’ve got to look,
no matter the horror or body blow.
Blame given to a man with a hook,
is this all these silly people know.

A span to long or bridge to far,
i’m not sure we have the answers.
Both sides fanatical have left a scar,
incurable I fear like some cancers.