Fireproof

I lay my gut

Staple flesh like a pastry turnover

Folded, baked

Steel lug filling digested

Teeth, esophagus, stomach acids adjusted

Love’s smelted swill like fire water

Silver metallic cocktail

Highball ice block clunk

The thoroughfare is coated, pothole ulcers

But numb thick

No matter how

It could never be worse

Pour the whole damn bottle on the bar

Gargle, gargle

Drown or breathe

Been whiskey-boarded before

I am not worried about you hurting me

I am worried about never feeling a damn thing ever again

Muse me baby, flick the match

Let’s see if I am still fireproof!