They Set Me on Fire, Now Watch as I Burn Slowly

A couple of beers to start the day
Then a cigarette at noon
Work
But I can’t work like this!
Slammed my hand 37 times into a wall
Now it’s useless!
Read, ate
Walked around but never arrived anywhere
Just walking
Like tongues bellowing, left
Trumpeting the sun or
The divine light
By which, I suppose,
You mean
God
But meanwhile
The intestines of butterflies
Intrigue me
As does suicide,
Two mysteries of life
Compounded by their delicate nature
And these acts,
Otherwise,
As you can see, are a very
Slow and
Very deliberate
Form of self-destruction

– A. Ramirez

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