patchwork child

matchbox friends

matchbox friends
sat in piled rows
strike on box
flaming talks

green turn blackish
spreading down
flowing, flicking flame
feeling holds not name

pungent, greying odor
circles dancing 'round
fleshy body burnt
sent mood feeling turnt

turning up eyes
ceiling peppered stars
reach another fingers
saccharine sensation lingers

matchbox friends
bring with such release
place them back atop
saved for next stop