just thinking about fire

Oh yeah,

I know some 50's trivia. or how not to glue

my middle fingers together playing cutout's with my cousins three year old. So with

a leg up on Matisse and Chagall, I tend

to the coffee grinder I bought from Sally's Thrift

with the electronic start button that only works sometimes (on odd days it seems)

So I grab the thesaurus I found on the bus that the school girl left

and noticed that the only poetic synonym for torch is

flambeau. So as the world and my secret desires, and the ageing cat

and the mythical cities burn when Trump becomes the leader

I call, in half payer, on Vulcan with his blacksmiths hammer ,  or Hephaestus he of smithery  to

flambeau the rose you gave my mother out of some supposed love for me.

I call on the flambeau of angels to swoop down from their

cottony lair, with their golden hair and jeweled belly rings

to give education to all who want it. And for literacy and jobs

for the illegal, undocumented ones among us. And a giant

pyre for burning bad books and awful poems that can't rhyme even

in another supposed life: to just burn and burn everything away

until fire and all fire

becomes our righteous resolve. 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

You write with a puzzling pen sometimes, you create fiction with factual dexterity and call on the gods too... and no, not at all envious! You serve them as a feast; one never quite knows the flavour.. can take a few bites or a clean plate to understand.

Not being an American, of course it took me three reads to understand your magnificence of er.. um... discovery of a First Person place nobody in his or her own mind should want to land upon! All these precious wee things, obtained, gathered, discovered seem have a right to exist, be found precious..but touch them with an incendiary loud-mouthed thought and they become tools.. flambeaux (sp?), hot as hell and more dangerous. For burn read bully, for bully read 'who's fooling who' when lighting the bonfire! (Will i be drummed out of the political arena now? Feel free to mock the Brits, they deserve it. Diplomats beware.. you're a dying breed.

Please be well as soon as ... please

[h d e rushin]

thank you my love.. It's been trying as of late, but I still enjoy your words....dana

[Lyn Anderson]

Your words are like a vacation into an altered reality -- so rooted in every day stuff, but dusted in the most imaginative sparkles.

[h d e rushin]

thanks KL>>>I love your words this morning....dana

[Terpsichore]

Glad you are better and that the fire in your belly still burns as bright as ever. :))

T

[h d e rushin]

Better is a good word for me Terpsichore. It's been a rough couple of weeks.......But I am better. Thank you my friend.....dana

[M. Shepherd]

We could certainly use some divine intervention, there may not be enough fire on earth to fight the hellfire that might rain down if Trump is dumped on us like a bucket of ugly gasoline. Tucked in the various layered folds of this is an ocean of deep desperation, on the surface it reads meandering and musing and sardonic in places but it contains a serious plea for help, somebody, please, for god's sake, help.

[h d e rushin]

thank you M. Shepherd for your insight.....dana

[Beccy]

If memory serves, Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gifted it to mankind. Perhaps not such a good move in hindsight as we do seem rather hell bent on self immolation. :))

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

self immolation in deed my friend......thank you again....dana

[W.k.kortas]

"(F)lambeau of angels"...now there's a phrase I wish I'd written, not to mentioned angels with jeweled belly rings (angels of a back-door sort, I reckon), and the fires which cleanse and otherwise. Ah, to write like this.

[h d e rushin]

I've been sort of ill for a few weeks......Still love and miss you though....thanks wk.....dana

[Corset]

we the Olympians of love and flambeau, bejeweled bellies and bad books burning, if you ever stop writing I might have to ...torch this place :P

[h d e rushin]

I love and miss you Corset..............thanks for those kind remarks....dana

[Corset]

You're welcome friend, i noticed below you were feeling ill, hope all is better soon...

[h d e rushin]

I,m much better now/today. just a chest infection in summer////thanks my friend.....dana

[Corset]

My ex husband would always claim that sex would clear a stuffed up nose, it does too , but I don't know if it works the same for guys. hmm, you should test this out in the field and get back to me on it :P

[h d e rushin]

is that one of those 'old wives tale' I've heard about? Like cold keys down your back to stop a bloody nose, or if you kill the bee that enters your house, the person who visits you will be unpleasant? lol. I think sex cures just about anything you need cured....So my next thing is finding a sex partner.......dana

[Corset]

it's an old wive's tail for sure , winks, weeelll, cold keys often lie i've been told, the redder the lie the better, i should be ready, ready steady, only a male thinks the worlds problems are solved with a phallus, i suppose they are often right , but nothing in my world has ever been more fucked by it, so...heterosexually speaking of course, can't live without those keys, cant live with them, its the fall of cow and bull syndrome that the male was actually the cause of, you never hear complaint from the heifers when the bull roams downhill...course it maybe how thoses keys are played that makes the difference and puts the glow in the cheeks of angels and demons alike I'd say, not all beef is created equal (giggles)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...damn, that man will fire everyone and every thing, and burn us all in his hellish hate.

and he is righteous?

mmmm.

and the poets will be burned at the stake...no use for them...they just spread peace and love...

j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear brother.....Miss you.....dana