ROB GEISEN
CAMPFIRE

The fire grows old before me
pulled into this world
through gasoline induced womb
Once stood SIX FEET TALL
     big as a mountain
Lived sixty three years in those
     first three minutes
Lit up the sky
Noticed by stars
Now itís old grandchildless grandpa fire
     flames no bigger than my thumb
And thumbs shall fall
Before dawn
Itís life leaving nothing but smoke
     the color of dolphins
And an absence of light
     that blinds the eyes


 



 
 
 
How do you sketch
       the mind?
       with a big grey
              pencil?
       with both feet in
              your aerospace?
       drinking red wine
              or white?
Sketch the mind like 
       sad happy painter
       dropped his buckets
       in the dirt,
       then leave alone
       nothing is finished
       but everything beautiful
       fine