I got a thing,
some burning,
but no one knows
unless they see smoke.
blogs are firewood,
and words are fireworks,
ready to blow up
with violent eyes.
get purple
because weapons
are no hearts
and now hearts are sonic booms.
from front yard vacancies,
we can see the sea
and give up
on it all.
none of this works
in ghost spirit spit ball nonsense,
let the guitar and the keyboard meat
meet us on the other side of the blvd.
if you let me go back in time
to be a better GIF,
I will give you every thing
the ceiling has to offer.