June 30, 2009

The Arsonist

He smells
of cheap whiskey & keg beer,
having shown up at my door
knocking furiously in a plea
to hide him from the police

Undertones of lighter fluid
invade my nose, brushing past
me as he falls to the couch
and passes into darkness.

In the morning, I smell
a mixture of gas & sulfur
coming from the kitchen.
I panic and run in,
only to see him frying
the last of my eggs.