burning man

Remember, remember the fifth of November.

{Guy Fawkes Night.}

A decade ago,


I never thought I would be,


At twenty-three,


On the verge of spontaneous combustion.


Woe is me.


But I guess that it comes with the territory.


Exploding seems like an imminent possibility to me.


It's dark, I know.


But then again, it's the brightest thing I've got.


And things only get brighter when you light a spark.


From fireworks to fireplaces--


Summer stole what fall replaces.


But I took your matches before fire could catch me...


So don't look now.


And I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.
xx