A bubble of existence at the end of the year

It's Clear!

Wrapping paper fire and brown Christmas trees will burn like tires

I'll watch the flames as the shit burn feeds

Add more fuel of thoughty weeds

Feel the warmth of past's ember light the present coal of limber

All the memories and lessons learned turn to smoke or

...beds of ash to sleep upon and dream

Maybe of future, love, and friendly monsters

Not unlike this crazy songster