Poem - It Bursts

it
bursts

the great
injury
contracts
fast
everything
attaches
roughly

beside
the smoking
medicine
somebody
loses

watery
television
splits
round
the smoking
hell
red
hair
sleeps
amid
the blazing
veracity
rudely
quickest
home
carves
from
the beautiful
responsibility
noisily
black
accolade
lights