Flammable

I am cracked line in self appraising ruby

I am tracks of swines leading themselves past truffle
and
onto spliffs and dubys

I am clouded eye

I am happiness moody

Astute, my words
though only written,
have you smitten when you
read wisdom, even when muted,
clap and see bliss
in the mist of deadly crapiness tooted,
and
smell guts churning

I am not too well
I am undeserving,

I am seeking hell
I am sick of hurting
I am full of swells
I am blister burning
I am empty cup in sand
I am inflammation stirring
I am mortar, I am brick
as I stick to a house burning
I am awful
I am tricks
I am here to undo warmth and learning

I am too determined

I seek knife
I seek strife, unconcerned with every life
I seek my day of adjournment,
when there's no more flourish
I seek no more nourishment,
just turds and things awful

I've no more courage

I am rot, I am fox
I am not worth splurges
I am not worth love
and am numb to encouragement
to put it simply

A wretched beast, I've
recipe to spill on lectures
and sap words of those lecturing,
from ears of birds and bees
seeking to learn to rest in peace

I need help or to rip soul and spleen from self
urgently, lest the world burn
with me,

stash your stinguishers