what do you imagine is the sound of a California brushfire burning your home?
or do you go deaf?
cold blood
draining ears to
protect you
with primitive pulse chasing flame incinerating
softest blankets breakfast bowl and scratches
in the hallway
to ashes the embers
screaming up hot golden gods and billowing
demons as crackle in a fireplace headstone
lone structure standing by
daybreak sunsoaked
signature elegiac rebuttal: you?!
are not in control.
bend bothknees to my Awesome Glow and go blind, MOUTH OPEN!
Like
Mine.
Be natural.