We Are Fire!

Fresh off existence, a friendly resistance. Rhyming is like sighing it’s all funny business! Taxes relapses reshapes and prolapses. A spinning sort of yearning unbecoming and surly. In the wee hours of night big, brash, and burly with no ending in sight. Used to flip these switches! Used to drill those fillings! Used to fill up and use up and bring in the killings! In the stark lips of persistence kissing me dreamily this missed opportunity or maybe it’s still waiting for me. For this strict contemplation, a musical sort of apparition coming down from the mountain cumming and sounding so sweet! An insatiable appetite Of the body, c*nt, and brain Of the swimming, shining, sinking, climbing failing, hoping, reaching, groping. Trying oh so trying to hang on real tight, but the flower in the bud wants to burst open on sight! Both the Dragon and the Phoenix are bound to take flight!