Playing with Fire

toe many tittles

all the way down

vanilla skies

and blue cherry wise

maybe not so many titles

just everybody knows this is

nowhere

turn out the lights

put on the softest of songs

and sing like nothing matters

and you've done all this before

so why not

in here somewhere is something

nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada

haʻina ʻia mai ana ka puana

he mele he inoa no Miloliʻi

but I'm not going, am I?

and somewhere that's clean

is a malapropism of sorts

of sorts isn't it

out of

time

and mine

somewhere that's green

bursting

white fences

sweet faces

the mucky muck

eternally eighteen

looking back at sixteen

twenty-four

looking back at nineteen

whatever

work