bonfire bonfire

Bonfire bonfire

Let down your extensions

The waves are coming

The waves that go to the flame

Flaming lips are burning

The mired longing a shame.

Somewhere along the lines there comes a great dane

One that can glow blue with rage, or orange with passionfruit

Seeing that the world and it's diaphragm

Would crack and sizzle to every seismic twist

Is it angry, is it angsty, is it fed up?

Once a burn, always a scar

Unless the burn is a smoke lens

That blends in the face again

The flaring fists won't be viewed for long

Your own? Do it wise.

Boil the stubborn logs

And turn the paper into chips.

- Khalil Woods