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
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