Bridge Burner

Cold rod

You're a little god

Fine plot

but a little odd

scapegoat

with no time

and no bridges left to burn

sweet rhymes

never stop

sisters

of a melting top

in the year of

running after

the shape of things

that are gone

slices

of a new frontier

calling

for the engineer

drowning

in a pool of beer

with no bridges left to burn

I feel like a streetcar

without parking space

broker

with a poker face

can you still smile

at a lost trial

with no bridges left to burn?