Something for a cold night…heh heh heh…

FIREBOY

The day I was born, the midwife said,
I yelled like kindling crying for a match,
but no one could ever figure out
what fuel I was doomed to spark. Until today.

I have a calling now,
something that’s made
my heart drop its loping drum
into a steady ruffle.

All I need to make it stop
is to get through one unbridled moment.
Right now I’m a
flint — suspended and waiting for it.

If I do it now I’m done.
I’ll never do it again.
The snapping of a lighter always made
the whisper of it go away so

the roar of a big burn ought to
deafen me enough to shut it down
for good so I can get out
and leave the heat behind;

one can of gasoline
away from here
I’m sure there’s a world
that smells like rain all the time.