Family Tree Forest Fires

Wander.

                   These streets
Are getting a little too close for comfort.
As you drove into the curb, headfirst.

Could’ya slow down just a little?

I know you’re all hinting what I already know.
I agree.
This new approach is realistic, and refreshing,
but just as redundant.
So you have the grace and glory of familiarity.

Flick-flick-flickering,
                                            descending
slowly
             and further still.
The rock bottom is cold, ragged, and digging holes in your cheekbones.
That lovely face with structure, a cute little jawline
that was so elegantly framed with fire, love, and dirt.

A little bit of enthousiasm please! The lights are on now!

                      Could you please write me a letter? 
I’d love to have a bit of material to handle with care…
I’m missing that little bit of love we loved so much before.

But you’re so wreckless and I’m your scapegoat.
Scapegrace. I know what you are.
          
(Beat)
            Put that out out out!
Nodding your head all right, crying a little for show.
Grow a little sympathy on that family tree
that you continuously kick out of spite.

Jesus Christ! Play careful!