“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
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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
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lightning flashes down
scorching over the bare land
no fire to start
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I watch with rhythm as the fire dances. Late nights on the beach are made for this.
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
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
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
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