As it Bursts

[Wjames]

Sockets forked with broiled eyes
clamped hard, tears and phlegm dripping
from my cheeks, mixing with the bubbles
steaming green on the tubs surface,
lit soft by cinnamon candles
and window moon.

I focus on each breath,
the lung tar and cinnamon hacking
up the heartburn dissolving my innards
and crisping my throat, emptying myself
with napalm.