words

i explode like phenomena,
i am ignition and thereafter fire,
i am a madhouse on your street
where criminals and creeps reside.

your eyes still possess a tranquil necessity
and i am here burning, burning,
weaving flame and sound together
in some abstract delirium
waiting for the day to pass.

i am surrounded by the errors of my ethos,
i break apart thought
and piece meaning from nothing,
i attempt to write words in the sky
to captivate and capture,
but i succeed only in mixing clouds
into miles of muck and meaningless cotton.

i expire like an old poem
waiting for some more powerful series of words
to come along and make greater sense,
i dream in devil red the parameters of my heart
and i wake screaming and howling
the waste and weird,
chasing some illusory matter
and putting chimeras to bed.

we tear through the night now,
cutting highway and moonlight
through and through,
burning like a cigarette
a black hole through the center of everything,
taking the night with us
and our high speed regret,
trailing fire on the road
and smoke in their eyes.

-S.C. Martinez