“Easy Edmund,
One more word
perhaps it is time for
a firestorm.”

Life dismissed
I was intellectually pretentious.
My last lines have eerie-
icky-resonance.

Time table.
I was beautiful.
Join me as an outlaw.
This moment can happen.

Tell me frankly:
Am I the unspoken kind?
A really obscure personal role
made me feel strong.

En route to somewhere
What I know today
tempted to suggest
I ought to avoid the temptation.

Odd potential
A sort of savage
I cannot pretend to
speak a civil tongue.

A thin imagination
is vigorous suicide.
Radical ideas
Wean a brief revival.

Surviving
Fuel my well-being
Numbness of a human hand
I celebrate my altruistic spirit.

Good night
I remain the stuff
of memory.
It is time for a firestorm.