We can not burn down the heavens
no matter how much fire we send
skyward
We can only till our fallow earth
and tend our gardens carefully
and then it wont matter if
Heaven were burnt down
or not
We can not burn down the heavens
no matter how much fire we send
skyward
We can only till our fallow earth
and tend our gardens carefully
and then it wont matter if
Heaven were burnt down
or not
as fireworks flash:
sneaking sips
of beer.
tantalizing clouds
hold out hope of rain;
perhaps there will be fireworks.
there was a man – once who had
bad sperience after bad sperience
with fireworks (one exploded on his foot)
now i’m awed by a man who had
bad sperience after bad sperience
with bugs which choose to grow in beds
but i admit as a child i was haunted by the
thought
asked my father “from whence doest they come?”
to which he replied “he who doth not wash his sheets”
so every friday like clockwork
i laid in bed and feared what might happen
should i choose not to get up
and swap out those threads on which i lay