Matchbook

Drunk and indisposed, dauntless on the throne

Can't get up off this couch for karaoke

Heard this same song on the radio, driving to your grandfather's funeral

A few gunshots at the lot where Grandma took us for ice cream

Or was it fireworks in spite of the ordinance and warnings

Blew my money on model rockets and matchbooks

Churros and conchas on the roadside

About a decade later was blundering around Pittsburgh high

On steps intended for fires and furniture

Liquor like licorice, blueberries and fountain dimes

I was a firestarter then, but now I'm mostly benign