Blistered
in my soul she dances on,
tuned to a polka her feet,
swish of expensive velvet
big teeth white and neat
dance band chords echo
wind and brass combine
but can't erase the stink
of spilt burnt turpentine
smoke up my nostrils
provoked by her deeds
loung lizards basking
careless of my needs
tunes one after another
standards she'd adored
at her funeral I gave in
standing there I roared
handcuffs the reminder
arson can result in life,
no convict merits fire
even my straying wife
embers waft in a cell
disallowed matches.
on rows glow notes of
melodies in snatches
sheets of fire music
inferno plea rankles,
the burning stilettos
her blistered ankles