chilling at the homestead
shoveled some snow
dragged in some firewood
stared at the fire
better, by far, than tv
hungry flames
all manner of red hues, touches of blue when it really gets crackling
flames of history
our history started when we started to control fire
our lives became longer
words invented
but control is never complete
and fire is always hungry
the same flames licked rome as the barbarian hordes swept thru
the same ones that took out the towers
burned countless jews
fire is waiting for us to get sleepy in bed
with that last joint one more joint, one last joint
patiently waiting
tara is one fire
damn yankees
nuclear sunlight
as the sun dies and goes nova we all burn up
but we wont be around that long
we will incinerate each other when the oil runs out
then the food
a few fortresses will hold out against the savage masses
until they run out of bullets
a few small tribes will get thru it all
and maybe they will be more humane to one another
maybe this time they will respect the earth
the mayan calender is ending soon 2012
life is just a party and parties werent meant to last
2011, party over oops outta time
tonight im gonna party like its
two thousand and eleven
party over earths outta time
cuz mayan spaceships are returning
and the spacemn are pretty pissed at our stewardship of their colony
it takes them 2500 years one way
2500 to get back
the 5000 year calender is at an end in 2012
so i better get cracking on my book
before the flames or the spaceships get here
better write something worth burning