Raging Fires Burn Aplenty Poem by John W. McEwers

Raging Fires Burn Aplenty



Silhouettes are just so effing beautiful that I start fires just to see 'em.
Throw matches in the gas tanks of cheap cars if there's a crowd near enough by.
Stop watering my yard in the hopes that a dry heat will spark the brush.
I market myself as an electrician to poor saps looking for work on the cheap,
and I never sweep my chimney.

Sunday, April 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,love
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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