fire!

we are all misguided ghosts
~

i remember when ghosts were real, not
bedsheets draped over mannequins or headless kids in full
(highly flammable) costume. i like to hear the ghosts wail as they hover
humidly from place to place,
trying to outrun the fire that
licks at their shadows.

that's what a restless spirit deserves for wearing fire-food and
believing even if just for a moment that in death one can rid themselves of fire.
because once the fire is lit, it never really goes away. it
lingers in smoke, stains, lungs, nose, graves, memories.
not even through death can we escape inferno/fire/incineration/cremation
~


spill gasoline in the shape of rings
around me, around you.
ring around the rosie
the sadistic version, the one
where you might die if no one will
play nice, one slip, one ankle
twist and you're down in the flames
the gasoline reacting to your
skin made of matches
~


fires through looking glasses
~


remember when we were kids?
of course you don't. we never
grew up together. we never
grew up at all.
~


we'll put on a show for all those
who inhabit the hot places,
the bright places, where the
sulfur flows and the hot coals
sit calmly in numb mouths,
the places where tongues are
edible meat and no longer used for speech.
(cannabilism a common commodity)
everyone seems so hungry these days.

but not as hungry as the Fire,
he consumes every last twig, leaf,
and soul in his path, leaving
flesh  medium-rare, all life
burnt stiff, black, brittle, bare,
a once fireproof world now
crumbling into tasteless ash

bland
as the world once was
before man discovered fire
~


but now man exploits fire
pillaging, scorching
blood thristy savages, rampant
and unstoppable in lycanthropic
madness, with eyes of bulls
that always see red, the
red of the fire flooding over
everything fast. too fast to unsee

because when you play
with fire, fire plays with you
~


i will never be able to
erase my early memories
of fire, how mezmorizing,
charming(snakes), how I could
stare at it's/his heart burning in the flames
for hours in a trancelike state,
tigers jumping through hoops
of fire, a circus sideshow,
juggling and swallowing
fire, burning the memories
of a past I long to forget
~


I've never told anyone this, but I'd love to watch a snowman burn
~


lets drink fire tonight
lets ignite, blaze through the                         bleak
black, and become red giants, suns
that will never burn out (black stars)

lets burn forever, preserve ourselves in the eternal power of the fire

we will be missed but the fire is the only one who'll remember us

we'll burn our names into the 6 faces of the earth

you can be the pheonix and I will be the goddess
of fire, together we will inspire people to fear and
love and war and artistry
above all, passion

we are the
most wanted
(dead or alive)
arsonists
on this little orb
our dream being
to set the entire
universe on fire
(turning something
into the nothing it was
born from)
and while it's true that
I bathed us both in kerosine
and filled the basement
with accelerant,
you, dear, are the one who
lit the match
~


a new landmass created