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