I might just explode
from the CRACK,
                   CRACK,
                   CRACKLE
of fire,
                 sulfur snaking
sibilant-backboned in
the neighborhood
early the holiday,

unexpected pyrotechnics
from pyromaniacs impatient
with an overload of
testosterone giggling
—POP,
               POP,
                          POP—
a noisy-boy interruption:

totoros upsetting my
downtime Ghibli festival.