DYING FIRE

Just let me get this down
Before it leaves me like a lover
Cause I ain’t no baby girl
No more.
So I’ll hold on to the secrets
And pink elephants
Hangin out in claustrophobic rooms
Acting like low rent pushers
For the sweetest highs of gloom
Cause it’s the quiet scandals everyone knows
That keep you feeling young and stupid
And innocent.

Just write it all down
And make it combustible, digestible,
And palpable,
For the disenfranchised and abominable
Absorb the sadness
In the madness
Remember how weary
The days are in service.
And fight for your dying fire
Like a child hovering over trip wire.