Bonfire Of Insanities (Poetry)

I wish to make a bonfire of my memories —
set them all aflame
and let them roar themselves to thinnest ash
so insubstantial in their grey
that the softest breeze will take them
clean away.

Oh that I could make kindling from my pain —
bundle that stick-dry experience
of twigs raked up and brittle with the past
a wild incineration of such stuff
that ties me — tortures slow — one match
should be enough.

Imagination conjures one small spark
and tongues burn orange
curl around — detach long-said words
judged weightless — they float
with no sensation but relief — a happy loss
gone up in smoke.