Aaron’s Rod

It’s December let’s keep it popin. Some vitrify just before they fall off. At the blindend no questions are asked. We all work all the time, with the body or inside where it’s freezing. Give me a lighter. It’s like that guy just mind raped me. Sometimes at night I watch flame for hours. In all weather tangent waves ride the edge of yellow and blue. We have been gathering ourselves home for generations. Promises and fattened fingers. This is not a joint or a cigarette by the way. It’s Aaron's rod. I love to tell people that. It’s only a little tiny piece of it.  Not everybody’s always flying high.  There is no way to push the river. The wind blew the fire to us. The water will come too.