100% ACETATE

100% ACETATE

2011

If I ever spontaneously combust

I will be wearing Sarah’s 100% acetate shirt.

A stray match flick

Explosion of hair

And whole body into oblivion

I always carry at least 

Two lighters in my pocket.

Two small blasts sending bottle cap shrapnel 

towards my cigarette smoking compadres,

Observing behind their own burning embers.

A quick thinking lad 

throws his jameson on the rocks on my flames

Right as the jameson in my gullet ignites

Silver starts clinking to the ground 

Till all that is still standing

Is my feet and calves in my magic boots 

Which run off promptly 

Away from the ash.