A Warmth To Just Keep Going
There’s no such thing as destitution
When a fire burns in your heart
All the chuckling geese
Hissing with mad lolling tongues
Pink and slender as stilettos
They can all take a back seat
In a jumbo jet
Bound for the moon
Can’t be poor when the riches of heaven
Are stored in your heart
Just don’t up one day and try
To use them for trade
Most establishments don’t recognize
This currency
Oh, can’t be poor
On an empty stomach and slouched mind
Not when the fire burns
Because the fire does not slouch
And it fills the stomach
With tongues of licking peace
Feed it feed it feed the flames
Tenderly
Because they don’t have much to consume
This meager bird meal I brought back
Won’t last long
I must add fuel to the fire
I can’t let it die
The ground can turn wet
And downright hostile to flame
Can’t let that happen
Find fuel for the fire
Gather all things I can find with latent heat
And add and release
Until bonfire parties
Toasted on the stars
Being careful not to cause an explosion
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