phoenix street

wrote it
now own
the words
“stinging nettles”

popcorn, chips
no escape
writhing grapes
glowing flames

pardon me
hold on
wash away
this grin

funny spill
easy swipe
to wipe
pain away

hoping still
you catch
a wave
to ride

reach high
brave sky
then crash…
burn hotter

smoke longer
grow stronger
pardon me
i must

move on
edit words
i cringe
then binge

ego “POP”
then flop
down…
down, down, down…

halfway there
then stop!
stop, stop
stop stop stop!!

sToP!
i drop
roll away
the fear

(since i cannot concentrate, i might as well write… something needs to get done around here. 9/19/2018)