PLAYING WITH FIRE

PASSIONS INFLAMED-I WRITHE IN BED UNABLE TO SLEEP…

NICOTINE CRAVINGS BOTH URGENT AND FLEETING–

YOKE THE OXEN OF HYPOMANIA TO BIG TOBACCO’S BIGGEST SCAM…

ASH BECKONS-EMBERS GLOW-FLAME EXPLODES AND FLIES LIKE LIGHTNING…

I CRAVE THE RELEASE THAT FIRE SEDUCES BUT KNOW MY BOUNDARIES ARE POROUS OR WORSE…

TOUCHED BY FIRE BABY–KAY JAMISON SAID IT BEST…BUT PLAYING WITH FIRE PUTS THE MEDS TO THE TEST…

I AM BRITTLE DRY WOOD STEEPED IN ACETONE AND IF THE SMOKE DOESN’T KILL ME KARMA SCREAMS AND MOANS…

THE VISION I IMAGINE COMES AND GOES…MANIC DREAMS ARE ELUSIVE BUT DEPRESSION IS COLD…

A MEDITATION ON POWER–A MEDITATION ON SANITY–

I FLIRT WITH PSYCHOSIS AND PERILOUS DESTINY

A CELEBRATION OF FIRE CRAVING EXPLOSIVE FAME…

A LUST FOR THE STREETS WHERE I BRAND MY NAME

THIS POEM IS SCATTERED I KNOW-BUT ITS A HYPOMANIC’S BEST STAB AT INSIGHT UNDER FIRE

–BYPO PHOENIX c)2016

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