Warheads by Kevin Ridgeway

a part of me
is a gleeful,
laughing,
reckless child
eager to push
that shiny,
candy-like
button that
says

DANGER—
DO NOT TOUCH

I wonder if I’m
secretly
Slim Pickens
riding
that bomb,
a rodeo star
waving my
cowboy hat
in the air,
yee-hawing
and laughing at
the apocalypse

I hide
those
comic
nightmares
in the
darkened
unkempt
attic
of my
mind
next
to the
old
pornography
of my
perpetual
adolescence
constantly
sucking
on ultra
sour
warheads
sugared
dynamite
igniting
in my mouth
and this
hideaway
in my psyche
erupts into
flames
that cannot
be extinguished

About Kevin Ridgeway

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