coalescence.

are you on fire?

are you trailing crimson ash and sulfur
with every step you take

into the wide, wild world?


we all know a life this large can be severely intimidating
without the comfort of a sparkling champagne pledge.


perhaps i shall see you when i appear
in every single one of the myriad gin joints in the world
(with a swish by the flair of magic or science.)


momentously, i shall seize you by your blue collar and take you home.

thermology.

i've been time-bound and confined to the momentary quasi fires of domesticated sunstorms.

a little early, a little late.