Earth and Fire
Friday, February 6th, 2009I used to have an imaginary friend, ’till he fucked with me too many times and I ate him. I used to have a girlfriend, too … same story. There is only me. I killed the rest. They couldn’t hack it, anyway. Like the emperor’s new clothes, the light shone right through. They couldn’t be near me, the light just radiates.
I’m sitting here, now, in the darkness of the back porch, watching the cherry of my cigarette burn bright orange like an exploding star against a black sparkly landscape. The moon drifts slowly through the sky; I can see it moving if I stare at it. Early morning rush hour roars at me from the distant freeway. It’s a beautiful picture … but as the fire burns, I hunger again.