Fire Poet

They keep looking at me

asking me rhetorical questions

waving their arms and cocking their heads

all of them

all the time

looking at me

not staring….they don’t care enough to stare

its all just flashes of blunt faces, shrugged shoulders and crooked necks

and questions…with answers

that they already know…..

 

 

they don’t have enough time

or they have too long to wait

Too much work to do

or none at all….and a starving family to feed

Its the true love they pray for

or the divorce that is final

too long,too short

too thin, too fat

Too cold, too fucking hot……..

…….Its all just ……….

               FIRE!!!

That continually burns on all sides of me

inside of me

as I stare fearless at its desperate blue fingers clawing at everything

for anything…

I wonder how I will walk through this

while

the dancing red sways behind the twisting yellow, as orange, laughing… tumbles through the devouring

 

 

I feel their fear coming down the hallway….its getting closer…..

I put on my Tiger mask and wait….

 

 

 

"hold your head up, keep your mouth shut and move forward with your eyes fixed beyond it all….All that matters in this world is how you walk through the fire."