A Closet

I have a closet in my room
Against the wall facing the moon.

If you care to stop and turn your head:
In wood grain lies a dead riverbed.

The river ran dry, trying to hide
My quiet skeleton inside.

Iodine

One day I swallowed three lumps of iodine
I choked, struggled to stay afloat

And on the river flowed.

And I swear
Sometimes, when I'm walking
To class, around school, in circles
Fire bites my heels

And everything evaporates
Leaving the salt which lisps
That nothing matters.
And refuses to return me to the earth.

I exhale dark purple smoke
Can't breathe it back in.
Isn't it a thrill to watch the spectacle?
Withdraw your helping hand?

Or am I really that invisible,
Alone with my royal cigarette?

Clench my teeth:
Chain the gates.

then I implode