The Burning Hand Festival

Have you ever heard the sound
Of your own flesh being scalded?
It doesn't sound that different
From wok chicken, or Sunday morning bacon
Hitting the pan.

You reach for something,
Feel that pain,
And pull your hand back.

After that,
All the cold water in the world,
Can't change the past.

After that,
You remember.

Drunken Rave #4

Honky tonk angel
Why don't you knead
My shoulders

Why don't you knead
Me?

Is it because I tripped
On my way to the bar?

Is it because I mistook
My wallet for a rat
And when I screamed and stomped
Dollar bills flooded out,
Looking for cheese?

Cheese!
Bring me some cheese!