just ask any waitress
in the diner
still sane.
ask a businessman
locked behind a desk.
ask a cop in jail for theft
or custer
or van gogh
or a child in harlem
foodless and cold.
ask the grey day
evaporated by the sun
just ask.
we all want to burn,
to dance and sidestep
through are own private hells
to hang
upon
a church bell
high above a cathedral
in notre dame
laughing,
in love with the finality of fire.
the fire
is a man with shotgun
standing in a savings and loan
the fire
is a 16 year old girl
in a
short
short
dress
with oh
so
long legs
the fire cries like snow geese
warm
so warm
into this cold winter's night.
this life we love
is but a hawk on fire
flying
flaming
into the sun of our existence...
we want what we fear.
the fire is the ghost in my bones
and it will not let me go.
the fire is life
all else is waiting.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
just ask any waitress
in the diner
still sane.
ask a businessman
locked behind a desk.
ask a cop in jail for theft
or custer
or van gogh
or a child in harlem
foodless and cold.
ask the grey day
evaporated by the sun
just ask.
we all want to burn,
to dance and sidestep
through are own private hells
to hang
upon
a church bell
high above a cathedral
in notre dame
laughing,
in love with the finality of fire.
the fire
is a man with shotgun
standing in a savings and loan
the fire
is a 16 year old girl
in a
short
short
dress
with oh
so
long legs
the fire cries like snow geese
warm
so warm
into this cold winter's night.
this life we love
is but a hawk on fire
flying
flaming
into the sun of our existence...
we want what we fear.
the fire is the ghost in my bones
and it will not let me go.
the fire is life
all else is waiting.
