pardon me
Thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from
The burdens of the planet earth
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D
Brandon Boyd
it’s getting late
I’ve not a single thing to say
except perhaps
I’m thinking of bursting
into flames
maybe I’ve been listening
to the wrong voices
as of late
but for some reason
they seem to make
more sense
than anyone else
I’ve not seen the moon
for days on end
yet the ground is dry
& the air is stagnant
I look at my hands
and repeat to myself
these are not mine
it’s getting late
& I’ve gathered all the
combustibles I could find
now is the time
to give these fireflies
a show of their lifetime
june two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This was a beautiful poem. Hope you are doing well.
thank you very much ~ all’s well here & hope it’s the same with you, friend
Doing well. Thank you:)