when this broad brushes blokes
jaws drop roll and reconsider
except the pyromaniacs
they can't get enough of her
***
Categories:
pyromaniacs, dark, fire, sexy,
Form: Light Verse
Evening and horses
I`m walking on the bottom of an ancient sea
The bottom is flat and rich in grapes and cabbage.
The used to be a lake here, but it disappeared
What is left is a small stream that gets its water from
Water below. On the lake that was, and no longer is
Helicopter pilots practice take-off and landing
Some gipsy horses graze nearby and ignore the noise
The choppers make- I took a picture of one going in
For landing, it belongs to the fire department, many fires
During the hot summer, some fires need to burn
And some fires are caused by pyromaniacs.
But never mind I will see my doctor at the hospital tomorrow
She is like a beautiful race horse on the wrong side of fifty,
She is forever telling me what not to eat; she told me curry
Was fattening once and I said nothing on her desk there is
A picture of her husband he is a pilot.
Categories:
pyromaniacs, autumn, basketball, best friend,
Form: Lyric
THE METEOR - SOFA PEOPLE
Sofa pyromaniacs are skilled to put it mildly.
Fueled fiercely by gasoline (as is fitting)
Or by kerosene burning wildly,
They enjoy a fire to warm their sofa-sitting.
In anger are the flames incepted on the two-seater?
Or by simple accident of cigar or match?
Maybe the cat stumbled over the gas-heater
And then sat nearby to warm and watch?
But however the inferno got started bright,
What caused its plunge to earth
Like a shooting star or meteorite?
Did people push it, for malice or mirth?
To manhandle a burning sofa is a skill -
Out of a window eight floors up. If that’s their aim
They’d have to get it balanced on the windowsill
Before igniting the flame.
Oh the joy in their eyes :
Just push - and see the sofa incandescent
Recede and diminish in size
On its plunging earthward descent.
Then the son-et-lumiere display
From the crunch and splitting sound -
And oh the splendor bright as day
As the glowing hulk meets the ground.
And passing viewers catch their breath
From this Viking-funeral excitement;
And from their close brush with a fiery death -
Crushed by a hot chaise-longue into the pavement.
Categories:
pyromaniacs, funny,
Form: Quatrain
Oh my friendly flames
Flicker, fade and dance
Lash out at the this night sky
Singe my regrets of yesterday
And make ashes of my broken promises
Leaven unburnt only the inflammable truth
Let the embers simmer and raise up like a phoenix
Spread your wings and scorch narrow a trail of hope
That i may follow to its end where i shall falter and fall
And at that time i will call again upon you to flicker, fade and dance against my night skies
Categories:
pyromaniacs, life, loss, passion, night,
Form: I do not know?