Festive Explosions

Festive explosions as in a popcorn city
headaches, languor, my home aisle
has coffee beans, chocolate, oranges, tylenol
a bucket & a mop. I feel ill,
may spill. We come home, scream for
the neighbours, are tired, then
sales of fireworks are 40% down
Down is the direction of going
A gong is a kind of cymbal that hangs
A symbol hangs over a door
which you may enter, the thick walls
blue stone and improbability of others
who are not your imaginings, in rooms
and the inner ear chambers —
Echoes and visions, said the sister
of the state he was in, but the children starved.