there is a fire which burns within my chest
sometimes i forget it is there for the skin
has blistered and hardened a thousand times over,
creating a cloistering effect. so now,
for the flames to lick my windpipe or, even more,
climb out and stand erect i have to become
the president of the world. from there:
something that can't exist like laser vision. expect
a deadening; me going "pew, pew, pew" while holding
my favorite headless action figure like a deposed idol,
eyes split between the prize and the next best thing.
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