a wonderful trade
behind the shade
all braded up
in branches
no one to trust
to incinerate combust
better than yourself self
better than yourself self
to be then put on a shelf
in a small vessel expensive
alive forever like a pharaoh
lucky and pensive.
art in motion
no sun-tan lotion
red yellow orange white
the sum of all things
the colours I see
as I sit in the tree
waiting for the fire
to start loving me
wondering what’s wrong
but I knew it all along
try fry fight
live wire with fire
try fry fight
fight fire with fire
no burn marks no bone char no soot
no use crying no use crying
just dust the boots dust the suit
return and mingle
ransome and mingus
reed and morrissey
rye bread and metaphase
