the sun rose
feeling petty as
it unleashed a
torrent of hell
a pulsating wave
incinerating all
unfortunate enough
to meet its gaze

sitting in a
holding pattern
my soot suit
feeling tighter
around my midsection
watching a timer tick
the seconds away
into another
inevitable alarm

if the petulant
burning orb
ups the heat any more
my blackened bones
combined with all
the internal pressure
could compress
my soul to diamond
leaving me more
valuable a corpse
than being a pedantic
poet could hope to pay

the machine is on
a rinse cycle
as i make love to
another down cycle
a bipolar bard burning
in succulent agony
beneath the baleful
stare of our sullen sun

perhaps the char
will allow a brief respite
from being so exhausted
yet never finding sleep
a dreamless state where
crooked smiles do not
haunt my aching skull

the sun rose
sharing a poetic petty
eager to annihilate
a wobbling stain