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contemplation on arson
Sequiturist

climbing up the plateau of golden cow in a rural township,
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and driven by hunger,
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I contemplate arson—the flatweeds
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beneath the granite fountain are too permeable with life.
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suffocation is an art form and might
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be pleasurable—the self like sugar starch,
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crystallizes in heat.
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standing on the peak now, buoyancy and bashful gusts of sand,
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the world seems pregnant with an underworld;
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highway men in brothels—the burn of
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dry skin breaking wet lips,
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another crime scene of broken husks,
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bronze columns of charcoaled marigolds
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rising into morning.
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tonight, the mood is suggestive of kerosene,
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a slower embrace with the gibbous moon as inanimates play
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suitors to the fleeting sparks of quartz.
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light. my geology professor once fired a blowtorch,
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and space turned blue—
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I play with matches ever since.
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there by the stone bench is a rice bowl depression—
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raindrops collect here,
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waiting for fire and heaven.
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16 Oct 10

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I love the second to last stanza....
 — unknown

thanks. :)
 — Sequiturist

seq- you always amaze me.
i'd like to borrow your mind for a while...
 — mandolyn

bumping this up...
 — Sequiturist

LLAA lovely completely and quite refreshingly original and quite good.

ps. your geology prof. is a pyro. ;)
 — unknown

there is a fire burning in all of us...so in a sense, we are all pyros. :]
 — Sequiturist

um ya... could be...but some just like burning stuff
 — unknown

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