He struck a match and that fire burned bright
The mighty stink of sulfur went deep in the next inhale
Ya ever smelled sulfur before, I wonder
It hits you real hard like month-old rotten eggs
Or like Manny on the real hard days:
Straight metal pole from nostril to brain
It’s conjured now by the slick flick
Of a seasoned wrist
Its visual incarnation a blazing phoenix
Quietly hissin’ into life
I could only tell ya what I smell and hear, kid
And the light is only my imagination
Because I’ve got a goddamn sack on my head