Burn the pages, burn them all
torch your etched and crazy faces.
Watch the tricky blue flame ebb,
watch it dissipate before you get on.
Gifts and turn offs: inscriptions, hot tears:
sweet wood chopped, stacked in a pile.
Splintered ink curls, black characters hiss,
spitting little whiffs of self.
Monumental ash assembles, bald embarrassments,
dumb cravings tilted, listed, fell.
Trails of smoke feed midnight blues.
Walk away from the burning man.
Walk, look back more, pull away until
a lonely road intersects,
and you turn down the long road
forgetting what you came for.