Fire

Oh, Baby!

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh baby!”

Those are the only audible words,

Heard on the video tape

The rest is just filled,

With random shouts of garble,

And ‘what-to-do’s’

It was my voice, though

And you could hear the intense and sudden rise to panic

She said she had done it,

At least a hundred times

But, just like death,

The blue flame will get everyone,

Eventually

Blowing fireballs,

From moonshine,

I’m sure will be,

An event,

She would rather forget

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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Watch For This (We Are All Well)

The Firestarter yelled,

And he kicked,

And he screamed,

“We are all well!”

And his words traveled off,

Off to distant thoughts, as I walked

And I thought about how nice it must be,

To be so fucking crazy,

And not have to deal with the real world

But then it occurred to me,

As I heard his voice shout in the distance,

“We are all well!”,

That my life would have been better,

Had somebody shot this fool,

Ten minutes before I arrived

And I walked past,

With no time to care,

As the building behind me,

Burned to the ground

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Rainy Night

Lightning flashes bright across the sky

I build a fire to keep me warm

But the damp logs just smoke and won’t ignite

It’s a cognac kind of night

Just a smidge to warm the soul

Of course, there’s none in this house

The rains are coming a bit too hard

No sense in trying to venture out

So I’ll pick another nectar

Maybe curl up with a book

Or relive the past through old photographs

Either way

It’s a rainy night

And nights like this

Seem to last forever

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

The Burned Boy

I travel mainly by night

I move faster that way

No staring eyes

No comments about the burnt flesh and scars

The night takes pity on me

Pulls me in and hugs me close

Safety and warmth

I work best at night

I move with a relative ease

Slipping in and out of the shadows

The night burns for me

So tonight I move again

More work to be done

The night is my orchestra

And I it’s conductor

Singing the song

Dancing the dance

Tonight we shall laugh

Clap and jump with glee

I’ll show the world my greatest work

My masterpiece

Laid in place with nothing more

Than a rag, gasoline and a match

© Dicky J Loweman 2014