Silence in the Walls

Fire

My anger grows like yeast
in a cake, 'cause eventually
it gives up and blows,
and I can't lie
but
I want to set 
the world on fire
sometimes
only to then realise

that initialising a 
sorites sequence
using fire that is hardly
greek enough
wouldn't be enough
to send it billowing
up into flames

and what's funny
is that 
permanency
is the universe
sniggering at
our puny 
clocks

and why set it on fire
when you can see
the stars hug
planets in a comically
large fashion,
a version of
eating oranges

slice by slice-

and anyway, it's
not really worth it,
over something
that's just a drop in
the world's ocean.
my red-hot resolve 
just dissolves
and forms the soot

that clogs my eyes
my ears, my trachea.
see no evil, hear no evil
and speak no evil -
but what happens 
when hypocrisy
and two faces
eat at my insides?

I exact revenge
upon myself.