when did you realize
 our street was on fire
   like sort of hanging over
       smearing the hate
         for themselves
          for the rest of us
            with spark head
              moving forward


    they don't go home
 this is popcorn classic
  movement of hands
     muses getting some
         mustered
            darkness
            covered in dust
                             warmth

         the noise being made
        over layers of humanity
                          eating itself

      


                 i don't know
   i do not understand
   i don't know how to
             but i could try