flambé

I failed the recipe, instead I set ablaze the kitchen crockery
cognac solicits other dangers from full-bellied goblets

random designs rouge and explode on a midsummer night
holiday celebration or Puck’s dream-woven hangover?

I remember the smoldering of a national highway
halved by flames that birthed pine fragrant ghosts

daily I lose myself in the flickering eucalyptus candle
Buddha’s mantras calm the psoriasis of my soul

winter storms eventually ice the electric lines
I've a matchbook to ignite warming cedar logs

I drain misery’s cemetery from an empty glass
the water must boil to wash away the ashen stains...



flambé
[2010.19.12...a]

A new text for this week's "a little bit of poetry contest " 
"flambé" had to be the title, we couldn't write about cooking