Spontaneous

I write my poems
with spontaneous bursts
of annoyance and moments
of acceptance from those
who seemingly understand.

Sometimes I cannot stop
the thoughts that come forth
like a cup of hot tea
thrown arbitrarily into my
unexpected face.

Rushing to the hospital
for third degree burns,
I burst once more with
words poetic even when my
eyelids melt away.

Written October 9, 2011