I am a fire hazard.

 

Like lazarus,

 

Or casual liars,

 

I surely ressurect, congregate, and conflagrate desireable admirers.

 

Setting eyes ablaze and burn like rubber tires,

 

Corneal abrasion,

 

David singing in his square as if he was the

 

Squire

 

Crier

 

Choir

.

To the beat of tattoo ink

 

And scars plucked,

Singing lyres,

 

I lure in sheep, and sheer and shick away white wooly innocence.

 


As the boy who sat in his car,

 

Eating white wires and wondering when and where and why as the world wandered off in his own wonderful flames,

 

As whales burned holes in his sky making his reality once again holy.

 


As he heard her soft sighs.

 


I am a fire hazard