The Days of Burning Buildings

In the morning,
I want to burn the city down,
leaving the marrow of rot
to run the streets of man's disasters, but
by lunch time, I see the shine
in an idiot's eye looking
at some item of my hatred
with such sincerity
that a seed of doubt
blossoms in my brain.

By dark
I am smiling within
the insanity of
friends,
love,
kindness
and collaborators in beauty.

I sleep and float through infinite meetings
within that perfect
forgetting,

then. . .

I wake
and feel the need
to search for matches
yet again.



by jerry gordon
11.7.10