Bulb on Fire

Part I

I am feeling a lot like a light bulb on fire.
Shedding total and imprecise illumination
Spraying friendly fire
Lighting a path to glory
This welcome mat, this light, this canary
Helps me dodge shrapnel and sweat the details
I’m in a crouch, in a corner
Ready to jump out the window
Or to conclusions
The hours reduced to dim markings that scream the passage of time
I grab at handfuls of water with torture and bewilderment
Everything is just going, going
going, going
going

Part II

To do list.

Get an advanced degree in heckling
Begin to move in a dark circle of hate
Slowly advance on innocent children
Try to make sense of the barely bearable
Some call it a weakness of spirit
Some say the standard is set so very very low
But in a wilderness crawling with creatures most foul
Level-headed weirdos abound
They lurk and deceive like hosts of some Radio Mardi Gras
Grotesque images parade across your eyes
Inflated egos float high above the crowd
The wind whips and wraps you up
With fingers at the end of outstretched arms
Around and around you dance on the edge of an open plain
Flying low and roughshod over all the two-bit well-worn words
I am numb to the possibilities, my soul already under general anesthesia
My heart already under warrantless arrest
I am groping under duress and an avalanche of emoticons.
I am feeling a lot like a light bulb on fire.

Ken Moss

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