fire

into the black void
the monster looks back at me.
abysmally large.

plywood palaces
for more than a king’s ransom.
fools and their money.

an outer cold wind
blows out the inner hot hearth.
ignition is hard.

the truth in fiction
wobbles around the center.
seeking the bright light.

from this place to that.
the mountain cliffs and valleys.
oh to be a goat.

the man on the grift
with drifting morality.
thirty coin pieces.