As it Bursts

[flagthrower]

Sockets forked with broiled eyes --- bit confused about this line, how a socket can be forked with broiled eyes? 
clamped hard, tears and phlegm dripping --- good line
from my cheeks, mixing with the bubbles --- like the continuation. bubbles from what? 
steaming green on the tubs surface, --- should tubs be tub's?
lit soft by cinnamon candles 
and window moon. --- solid ending here. 

I focus on each breath, 
the lung tar and cinnamon hacking
up the heartburn dissolving my innards --- innards kind of disconnects the flow of the other words, seems bulky
and crisping my throat, emptying myself
with napalm. --- second stanza is great.