The day after



Independence Day



a paroxysm



of sparks 



from a lit 



fuse of



natal celebration



re-echoed pressure 



in my skull



fireworks fulminated



directly over my head



painting an abyssal 



night sky 



neon splattered



inapt colors 



reminding me 



of my countries 



bloodshed.



If pills tasted 



like the



ice cream cake



melting



in the middle



of the road 



maybe it 



wouldn't be.



The man



I've loved



has a warm smile



from the open flame



atop his head



and a magical sundry 



of plié-like movements.



Entrancing perfection



a self-inflicted hypnosis 



unbroken left me desperate 



for personal perfection.



When a Phoenix rebirths



it has been written the 



amassing thickets shed 



a layer of their earth's green.



Though, a Phoenix is deific,



Wildfire befit my epithet.



Emerging life was a grace 



of kindness when my laxness 



engrossed, and 



malfeasant memories



of the neurotypical 



remain to unsettle, but 



a blowsy man regrets not. 



Exemption finds me not 



in the arms of grace 



but true despairing. 



Timelessness is a disservice



to progress, and age sheds



light upon transgression.



This is my only accomplishment