P O E T R Y
W E D N E S D A Y
flying like fireworks on the fourth of july
shooting like stars in a dark country sky
raining like fire from a stone-cutter’s blade
booming like thunder from love we’ve just made
what is this powerful, electrical force
that knocks us back reeling and throws us off course
signals of truth to take note and reply?
or simply a chemically-induced sort of lie?