On Fire

A snowflake lands on barbed wire
A world emotionless stretched by a liar
A freedom of speech when its truth we desire
A preacher can preach but I'm not for hire
A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider
A crust is earned now here is your pocket money get wiser
A monopolisation on everyone by very few rough rider
A belief is a dangerous contention when this gun is on fire

pool chairs.
eating emeralds
smoking insects
and becoming the locust
of the world.

party looking like bloodletting
indoor wallpaper rosyblurry violent cough
and vision up like a promised land
windy alcove and energized balcony chats

my fear of heights, lime nicotine
you'll save my anxiety taking me home
naked to the core underwear and bra
talking quietly as you drunk drive
lonely dragonfly intersection intertwined
fingers and again - those kingly emeralds

You didn't care much for Easter
or for flowers for that matter
yet I went to the store and bought
a bouquet of pink and yellow tulips.

Now here I stand in the midday sun
my shaking fingers clutching the long green stems,
as a warm, slow tear drips off my chin.
I kneel down and set the flowers down next to the temporary sign that holds your name,
wondering again why I even bothered.

I grab a handful of the dirt that now hugs your body and cringe at the thought of you laying just feet below me.
I can't help but wish that you were here.

Let's just table this discussion
so I can table you.