September poetry challenge – Day 24

Necessary change of seasons

The arsonist is late this time.

Is he stuck in traffic?
Has he forgotten?
Has he even been called for?
Did you leave a voicemail?

After all this time
One would assume
He never forgets,
So that option is out of question.

But he is late,
And that fact starting to show.

As pleasant as it might feel
Not to have him arrive,
Clumsy and morose,
Reeking of decomposing roadkill,
Inevitably turning pulsating lungs into
Salty, dusty, grey fluff,
Don’t you also miss

How lovely they burn,

Red, orange, yellow,
Little tongues of flame?

The arsonist is late.
Time-stamping among the living-dead
Is becoming ungainly.

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “September poetry challenge – Day 24

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s