Burning Questions

pinioned beneath a
red, dog bloating sun
I got the dead blog blues

and so a paraffin pissed paroxysm
of slavering plasma provides my rejoinder
for as the inky nouns  and blackened verbs
rise like startled ravens they chase
cauterized garlands of thought
beyond my veneration

but do not mourn
there was no enlightenment there
no Damascan  route from A to Believe