The Lunatic Fringe

Like a fire that churns
Inside you.

Like a flame that's
Lost control.

Look at me
When I'm
Talking to you.

If I'm a bee
Or a swarm of
Burning bees,
Buzzing and dancing
Humming and sizzling
Crackling and popping
And watching you
From our
Ten thousand
Compound eyes
Maybe even two swarms,
Fighting and colliding
Like a pair
Of raging cyclones
Devouring one another
In a spiral of smoke and char,
Again again again,
Buzzing and dancing
Swarming and burning
Dancing in the fire.

Would that make you dizzy?
Would your tummy get rumbly?
A little fluttery?
Maybe you'd get goosebumps
On your eyes?

Don't turn around,
But don't ignore
The warning.

I said

Look at me
When I'm
Talking to you.