Fires
I have heard the expression,
"There is a method to my madness,"
but it does not apply to me.
I claim that my insanity was my birth right;
in my past lives I earned to plead it for this one
I don't pretend to be "all there,"
nor do I refuse to acknowledge
that I, with my small frame
and large presence, spark fires.
I spark fires with everything I do
and every place I go.
Warming fires, signal fires, friendly fires,
and fatal fires.
I have been told that everything I touch burns,
and I can only hope this is true.
This poem is about:
Me