pain like bands o rain
spin off a hurricane
and no one is safe
no constabulary can strafe
the stacks of want
the plumes of combust
the friction of indecision
like scouts bowing forth fire
and all happens in ribcage meadows
hosting inside baking aspen
and the heat the hands the eyes the lashes
throughout one’s stumbles
one leaves burns aplenty
one leaves charred hands, hearts
this man loved cat-dancing
and skid her mid-stride
