The lips know heat comes from fire,
deep within the vein. Inflamed cinders spin;
fireflies swirl on nightfall’s desire.
Branded flesh and needs conspire,
pounding hearts want a firing pin.
The lips know heat comes from fire.
Barbed wire won’t stop smoking gunfire.
Pull; pull your pin, until the carillon rings.
Fireflies swirl on nightfall’s desire.
It’s the burning that takes you higher.
Soldiers with wings memorize these things.
The lips know heat comes from fire.
Blisters triggered from madness transpire,
when love’s red siren falls worshiping.
Fireflies swirl on nightfall’s desire.
Bright stars announce and the heavens admire
those who don’t hide sparks under the skin.
The lips know heat comes from fire.
Fireflies swirl on nightfall’s desire.
If I am broken, I did it.
If my world is burning
around me, I lit the match.
If I got squared away,
I cleaned it up.
If you’re looking for me
to help you fix yourself
forget it. I would need a month
to recover from the smell
of bullshit and bleach.
Blame your parents,
blame your job,
blame your siblings,
blame your spouse,
I’ve done that too.
Only plastic flowers
stay peacock blue.