the things you watch
distracted dreams
in lazy chains
what remains
when you boil it for a year?
just the salt of tears
no more handkerchieves
fire in an oil drum
kick it for a tone
like a jamaican dream
we want to let it slide
for a while
and then kick in the smile
and throw it on the pile
and drench it in lighter fluid
like a haphazard pyromaniac druid
just do it