fire

chewy facts on truth
are sometimes hard to digest.
like meat which ain’t food.

the fat of the land
now all emaciated.
gristle and sinew.

where is the joyful
song that sprung from happy heart?
gone the happy boy.

from the warm soft place
trickles warm sticky friendship.
nourishing my soul.

the slow turning wheel.
spinning ball’s seductive dance.
it is all for naught.

keys to the kingdom
secure in mind’s iron vault.
what’s the name again?