A Very Important Question

Outside it’s black
And I’m holding onto Ezara
For dear dear life
And I can feel myself pressing
her sideways - Why?
Because I can’t walk straight.

She tells me it’s so fucking
Cold and I say I think we’re
Gonna die and she says why
Would you say that
Now we probably will.

And we do. We fall into
The bonfire knees first
Arms locked
Because someone thinks its
Funny to grab a branch and
Slap our legs and that
Buckle Snap Whomp
Is so fast that
Our palms stay flat, right
By our sides and we
Fall heavy, her face still bitter,
My mouth still open
From complaining
About the shit on the
Bottom of my sneakers.

Why is it like this anyway
Surprise surprise
I don’t feel like burning.
So I stand up and tell
Ezara, get up, fast,
I hate the heat, hurry up
We have things to do
But she’s
Busy stroking the flames
With her finger tips –
And the funny thing is
Nothing burns.

She looks at me when
I mention air and asks
Why?
I look at her and answer
Why?
But whatever she hears
Reaches out and gently
Pulls her ear down to the
Melting floor.

We'll see how long...

I suck at commitment. So we'll see how long this thing lasts - but someone told me very recently that I should blog my writings and I thought - why not, it'll be a way to push me to write new material. So here goes....