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

A couple of beers to start the day
Then a cigarette at noon
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
But meanwhile
The intestines of butterflies
Intrigue me
As does suicide,
Two mysteries of life
Compounded by their delicate nature
And these acts,
As you can see, are a very
Slow and
Very deliberate
Form of self-destruction

– A. Ramirez


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