…as my room burned, I could go on. Edit 1 for serge.

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Wired to tailgates, flashed in cheers
of honeyed circumstance,
we paddle
in our skinned canoes. Fire! Fire!
Greased by creosote burning black
like a waxed and oiled up scrub-land pharaoh,
you were liquidised.
I left.

Tracking rotors beat and cut the cute puffed airs
and graces; kings could curtsy in the grain of wood
you polished.
Buffered thoughts shine bare. Fire! Fire!
Counterweighted bones with blades
still stuck in cleft and crevice where you hid from me.
You were pulverised.
I laughed.

Come and strip this bandage from the crispened flakes
of what the faith once was; close to shanks of shame held
tightly closed whilst
Berenice was left to Poe instead. Fire! Fire!
Shout this out to your familiars, "Lift the breasts of nippled arms
and count out one, two, three!"
You were traumatised.
I loved.

Where now?
You lose.
You lose again.

Tectak
2013

I like most of it although, I feel like im out of the loop in the piece as a whole. maybe further explanation is needed about the fire and about the nippled arms. It seems like an element of discord with the fire and people.
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Hi RC,
See reply to brownlie, below:
"This is a very old thing I wrote whilst underneath a fat German girl (with three nipples) on the grass(?) at Red Tower in Malta...it was a very good party but a fire broke out and we all got slightly arrested. I only found it yesterday and have not got the faintest idea what the hell it's about. I was relying on the crits.
The year? 1967 but I re-hashed it in 2001 and 2003. The only thing I changed in 2013 was the title."

I only posted this to show that mindless rubbish can attract mindless comment. You did not fall in to the trap. I honestly CANNOT remember much about the "event" apart from Frieda, a helicopter, a bonfire of made of canoes and a huge highly polished wood crucifix, a dozen police men and getting hauled away in a landrover, with about twenty others, in a blaze of red lights to wild cheering as we noticed that there were revellers falling out of the tailgate of another police vehicle in front of us!
....but that is about it. I think it was a good night. I blamed Frieda for it all...what a Witch!
Best,
tectak

I was wondering what the rotors implied. with your clarification, I can understand it better. Sounds like a wild time.