A Three Alarm Cry!
Hot, hot, hot, am I
like the castanet’s of a flamingo dancer!
Confining me
basted, laced, wrapping me
how dare you!
I will singe you raw.
Curl the hairs in your nose.
roll back the edges of your life.
Let me go and gentle be
the rosy light of candle
let me go and cheery cheeks I’ll make
on children from Nod.
Hot, hot, hot, am I
the truck that gave me my name
it’s betraying hose defies my flame
Peel back the paper sheath
of my dismay!
Scrawl!!! scribble!!! melt and dribble me
Fire Engine red am I and freed I will be!
Bull baiter red, bloodshot red
Fire Engine red colors the bloody
and blushing world.
Get your cray on!
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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