Incendiary
This morning in a jewellery store
I saw a man
take a handful of diamonds
like a kid picking up snow
and throw them down
on the glass
and they sounded just like
the rain on your window;
but there’s as many bugs on the glass
as there are freckles on your breasts
so we count them one by one,
but each time we count
there is one more or one less
just like this morning in the store
when the man sweated diamonds
as he counted the shines
again and again
but missed the one
shining dirty rain on the bugs in your window
your freckles like fire ants
under my fingers;
I guess today was the day
I lit my first blaze.
Bionote
Ian Mullins was born in Liverpool, England, and is grateful to the
editors of The Camel Saloon, Right Hand Pointing, Off The Coast, Neon,and
many other sites and magazines for allowing him to travel on-line
without a passport. ianmullins62@hotmail.co.uk
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