Wildfire Blues
A bath I cannot leave
I cannot leave
To start a job
You never finish
To make art
We won't see
Cold war with the heat
Who's more anxious?
It or I?
Wind knocks planes out of the sky
Depresses sticks into our eyes

I will build woodship
With woodchip
I'll claim I sawdusk
Within sawdust

I'll scrape the soup right off my back
And break bricks if that's what's needed
A bathing room I cannot leave
The soap stings and stinks
Bring bricks of it against the sauna walls
And burrow and leave
Before we are the foam and the microfoam and the mist and the sweat
Swapping in and out of state
Forever and ever
Energy never dying
Each reaction is the end of the world

Swearing on god every time

Of course the bars are melting
Of course we can't get out
Or up
Or down
Or around
Or through
Or without of
Opening and shutting
Only letting our promises through
Over again
Opening and shutting the
Oven on our heads
Over and over again

Against the shade
I am
Huddled with my little
Mace and bulwark
Screaming at the thing
That might kill
Us all
We'll have to turn the little pieces
Till they point into the sky
But it will take a while
And it will need some revolution
But we can do it if we try