My pleasure reading list is stacking up next to my bed
La Dispute - “Bury Your Flame”
flares.
Those not prone to darkness
want only a night of rockets
that pop
pop
POP,
streaming and screaching.
To fizz out in winking burst, but not before another
shoots. BAM. Brilliant and unceasing.
A right thumb glued to rewind,
the left to a lighter
flashing,
igniting
bottle rockets forever.
A blinding shrowd to make a botomless black
light.
