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.
