A Poem by Scott Wozniak

A Steady Diet of Incendiary Devices

Last night
I found myself
eating
shotgun shells
and drinking
gasoline.

The shells
sent buckshot
scattering
through thoughts
piercing holes
in my mind.

The gasoline
set a fire
in my gut
ablaze,
it became
a lantern
lit with instinct.

In my heart
the two mixed
and I exploded
like your typical
white trash
Fourth of July
celebration.