fire

it’s a rich man’s world
worshipping dead old white men.
not presidential.

slowly the worm turns
as night tips his hat to day.
the world makes us pay.

the night is faster
than the day is wide and long.
dying every day.

the devil lives here.
it walks and talks just like us.
homo diablo.

more behind the door
that’s hidden from the riff raff.
pirates of the tree.

blowing round smoke rings
through haze to infinity.
lost ability.