Cuckolding Flames in your Neglected Furnace

[sVentos cruSh]

Enhance the warmth
In the bowels of your neglected furnace
Soaking your flammable brew

Poke at the realm of toxic juices
Drooling from pruned and tainted fruits
Flush the pilot blue

Ignite the hiss of labored breath
Dancing in a trail of embers
Choke the kiss of weary flames

Dissolve my heap in that blackened womb
Sowing the seed of cuckolding flames
Swallowed hollow in your furnace tomb







© Brady Patrick Passant
March 2005

[stilltrucking]

they say he never made a sound after he poured the gasoline over himself and sat there like the Buddha as the flames consumed him.

Everybody here has electric heat except me, my crib has a gas furnace in the closet next to my bed. When i push the thermostat I can hear the pilot come one then there is about a minute or two when nothing happens. Then we have ignition a loud wooommmphhh and the closet door shakes on its hinges. On the other hand It is very inexpensive heat. I would love to get a job with some Nuclear Energy company's PR department. I could write great copy about the blessings of nuclear waste.

just rambling,

a blackened womb

and I was thinking crispy critter
that was pretty nice .