I'd like my words
To burn in your eyes
To shoot balls of fire
Like a roman candle
To sizzle sparks
Of green, blue, red, and silver
To whistle like bottle rockets
Snap like firecrackers
I'd like to make your head ache
A word hangover
But they sit there
As stationary as the woman
Who placed them
On the bland page
And you forget them
As soon as your eyes
Leave them behind