Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Poem 104: In flammis

everything is  in flames, is it not
you don't have to be a Buddha, do you
to see plainly that everything
is in flames

America is a flaming head of hair

animals fall from the sky in the form of ash
children are burned
beyond their skin

my skin is also totally inflamed
my wife says my brain is inflamed
that my depression is
the predictable result
of all this burning

she is no doubt correct

beyond this

all I know is that my blood itches


perhaps you will soon also be
in flammis
and we can talk





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