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Saturday, February 3, 2018

A Pyromaniacial Glossary

You likely think living in a burning building is a temporary thing. 
No. It's a lifestyle unchosen--a birthright.
Nothing gets old here, that's true--
everyone wears the latest oily rags.

Kiss me, taste my turpentine lip gloss.
True love for ten minutes, 
then a hundred alarms,
a million exits.

Containment? Oh fuck, you're funny.
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for Friday 55.


 

9 comments:

  1. Well, aside from making me cackle maniacally, which is not something to be despised, at all--this seems to hold a mirror up to so many topical narratives, personal, cultural and political, that I defy anyone to put the fire out--yesterday's, today's or tomorrow's--they're all the same, all too hot, too brilliant with glare, and all deadly. Galen would have loved this one, too, Shay-as always, you have the touch.Thanks for playing, and may the rest of your weekend be...well, you know.

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  2. goddess that's how it feels! would hrh really have been worse? is this a necc medicine? is this the end of the fbi? wants to contract our security out to the kgb........ yeah. living in a burning building.....

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  3. Turpentine lip-gloss... that's on fire.

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  4. OMG. With each poem you outdo yourself. This is amazing.

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  5. Sounds like a pretty passionate encounter to me!! Burn baby, burn!

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  6. Oh my.. That first line! And 'True love for ten minutes'...

    You crack me up, Shay.

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  7. I'm with Kerry, "True love for ten minutes" while on flames is a bit hysterical. Well, at least until lips start falling off.

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  8. I love your poem Sorry for the screed. . . . I'm not blaming ANY person for voting their conscience. . . . least of all a friend <3

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