this morning I was certain,
and I could smell smoke
three days away.
period.
danger is my pseudonym
and I repent
with the best of them.
catch me close
to cobra snakes
and chupacabras,
sin my ears by hearing fear.
the coffee table
is burning
along with the books on it.
I quill find the path
that leads to oats and oaths
of absorbing away
and completely the day, dead.