swiss cheese fire

lakeland sits in the most beautiful area of florida

woods, rolling hills abut lakes, chained together
swamplnad border, my ears used ot pop when we hit
the rise up to 456. i didn't notice it last nite.

primal urge
to burn, to turn
things to ashes.

i don't know if it's destruction
so much as just watching the flames.
there's beauty in it's most metaphorically real form.


we made a drive to lakeland, the boonies
where quarter acre lots spike off one of those
cowherd twisted roads-- the kind with snake
backs , moving, curves thrown into your
left hand lane and god rides with you
because no one else slams
into your wrong lanedness- cuz jerry
wants to play drums with us and he's got
a generator and no noise ordinace. it
was dark but early. early but dark. a fire

from last year's hurricane debris burns
a greeting. it took a while to find the place
by checking the mobile home populated
lots for the faint glow of peripheral
headlites off the windows.
going 20 which is plenty fast enough
given the contours of the river,uh,
road.
like all country roads this one's name
symbolizes its genesis. creek wood.
the stars.
there are stars, above the orange
fire fly sparks that linger
in the cold spring night. no moon. no
constellations, how did shepards
see anything amid the light, holding mass
she asks me as she passes the glass
pipe, shivering b/c she is sub
tropical, like me. she is so
like me. i think if we thought it through
we would never have children
and the right wing lifers know this.
why would we want to inflict ourselves
on a next generation? and the ones who want
to those are the ones who need to die out
the ones who use and never feel the ones
who only see their children as mirrors
but biology doesn't let us do this
think it throught cuz biology knows
what path thinking brings.