the primal scream

when the hot air
balloon goes
tumbling
to the ground
in flames
you don't smugly
say, i told
you so, but you
could, if you
wanted. and the
same goes for
bungee cords breaking,
para sails falling
like rocks
into the shark
infested sea,
and those zip
lines in costa
rica hurtling
you into a snake
filled banana tree.
go right ahead, you
say, sipping
on your rum
infused drink
with a bright orange
wedge dangling
delicately
on the rim. go
right ahead,
have fun.
i'll be here
awaiting your return,
i mean
if there is one.