"Hey, Iris, How Are You?"

I'm in the mood to pour gasoline onto
lit matches. And by that I mean 
I'm in the mood to scream my lungs 
out, to feel the tears on my face evaporate
into salty air. 

I'm in the mood to destruct a 
carefully built tower of cards-
5 of spades. Was that yours?

I'm in the mood to smash a bottle of 
champagne against a brick wall, like
an actress in a silent film,
splattering fizzy alcohol all over 
her mink coat. 

I'm in the mood to stick my head out
into the world and watch
other people as they struggle and 
succeed. 

I want to watch the way their brows
almost hit each other in focus, 
and the way they grin after
winning the fight. I want to talk to them-
to say, "I feel the same way on 
Friday afternoons."

I want to watch the greatest sunset 
from the highest peak- yet I'm still in
the mood to dump gasoline all over your
lit matches and watch the flames
take over.