The Fire by David Michael Jackson The fire is not out . It burns like fire, like pain, like, you know, pain . Water waiter, water for my fire, water, sweet clear cool water . Words won't do. Words or work won't do. The sword sinks deep, yes, deeply into the underbelly, into the abyss And the words find no favor . Eat the peach, man, eat the peach, yes, dare, next time, next time, next time Is there time left? Time between growing up and growing old time between the river and the sea Eat the peach, man. Eat the peach. It is good . It is sweet. ---------- Art Image by David Michael Jackson |