Petrol

Need about a jerry can or two of petrol

No not to run my car but to burn down

Steel, glass, colour grey, negative sign on a battery cell.

Burn down

These scars, this emptiness, these city streets, cafes and neon signs,

Your contact number, Watsapp, Facebook, Mobile phone, laptop, coffee,

Memories, goodbyes, too late… burn them all down.

And if there is some petrol still left

I will light a fire to warm my heart cause it’s gone cold and plays an irregular rhythm

To which you can’t sing a song no more.

Into that fire I will throw in a handful of four letter words,

And my twisted sense of morality, base instincts, lust and perversion.

Let it all burn in a blue blaze and leave behind red ashes.

Perhaps a phoenix will rise in a day or two.