are you wandering

i’ve caught fire
crimson and flittering
autumn leaves
and i’m dying
to gut you like kindling
to leave you a
ghastly grinning ghost
seared stitchwork and tattered curls
on a singed newspaper smile

but i won’t

i’ll watch you cackling across the hall
and find some respite in violence
adolescent and hungry
for something i can’t keep down
but drown on whenever i find the occassion

you and i are so bohemian
in our jilting fantasies
spin spin sugar
and peer from beneath the brim
we’re on the green fairy
and this is a duel to the death