arsonist

I live in a room of smoke
room of smoke
snake of smoke
the bird cries shit in the evening
Cubs lost both ends of a doubleheader
twi-nighter
sound of a transam outside under
clouds of prophecy, transmissions
of lusts, forgotten ouevres,
a number of fates intertwined
or interspersed or just interpreted
along with the average junk of living
I would know reason
or of a reason
or why no reason
if I were unreasonable
still, a room of smoke
in a house
of smoke
in a dim hour
the walls are hot to the touch
somewhere the fire burns red
in the crawlspace?
in the closet?
in the space between these rooms?