fireworks



i would trace

their hot tales

thru’ the pane


knowing such

soot heartbeats

would fail


would

fall

cremated


all burnt suits

tiny blank coffins

dazzled and spent


with only a stick

for a spine a

hurried spire


such palms such

comet chandeliers -

incinerated fairy wings


caramel glass over

apples, a catherine wheel

spins fireflies outwards


sizzling jackets

with clouds among

them


there that fellow

so happy to buRn - feet

upwards, inferno further


arson flows - an

overcoat of fire

whilst fountains


whilst

childhood’s

anticipation -


untethers

molten

imagination


and wows

gasp out

eye-blazes


i am there

way up there being

disintegrated


showing my

secretive core,

gold lit maggots -


drench november


i would when

remembered their

suicidal constellations


brief as, but lasting

knowing that all

flame ends


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