Someday soon I’ll face my flames; I’ll
Sail the endless, salt-less waves; I’ll
Kill my shadow and hunt her kids; I’ll
Shiver in longing for places I miss; I’ll
Enter the rain-streaked hall where I died.
I’ll spit up the flood and weep out the fire
Each tear-drop a hurricane-blaze of desire
I’ll snarl at my tea-cup friends, singing their songs
I’ll roast up their curly-Q freedoms and toast
Every son-of-a-wanderer, filling their souls
With the cracked black asphalt-crumbles tickling my toes.
Someday soon I’ll drink my fire. I’ll
Let the roamers know I’m for hire. I’ll
Drink from the slate-granite stars, on the fly. I’ll
Let every bone swimming in my blood taste