IN MY ONLY ITCH
In my only itch I've got the
Fireman's blues; things burning
all around me, though not in my
shoes. Cannot get better than that.
I've walked to the alley with my
axe and my mask; oxygen freely
to gulp. The stairs try to beckon,
but I don't take the dare. I'm now
walking backwards to remove
me from flames and take another
gulp. There's nothing I'd like more
now than a respite from fire.
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