Too Late


i lie awake
at night
and smell the ozone
burning from my heater
the
plastic melts and the
core cracks spilling
itself onto my carpet
it is still plugged in
melting my floor
catching it alight
i turn over i try not
to think about it too
much by now my floor is on fire
flames
licking the drapes
and my newspaper
the room is engulfed
and i
pull the sheets over
my head to avoid the smoke
but by now i am unconscious
due to lack of oxygen
the door explodes open
and flames race into the new-found
food-source
my bed is burning
my flesh is bubbling
my bones are charring
and the neighbors watch
like i watched
the world watches
Christians watch
I Watch
AND WE DO NOTHING
WHILE THE WORLD
BURNS FOREVER IN HELL ! ! !
just like my room


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart