Glowing glow up grow up

the fire of the johnny pump, good days ahead that tear apart my soul and I spoil And I spill like a leaking, dying dog on the road but i am not a dog I'm human

But people stop for dogs dying

The fire of the water splitting my frizzy hair against the dance of the summer fire

The fire of the joint that was lit against my back

Training my trauma to open and close like a slowly dying swan, lungs that daze in and out like a long drag of a joint

A joint as an institution

An institution of a dying dog slathered on a thick canvas

I am not the joint, I am the place

Closed & open, sutured and dead

My heart is on fire, the johnny pump can't defuse the fire, no matter how hard the water hits

There's a glowing about you, a glow up, a grow up, so luminous, the intense glow is blinding me

You won't touch me, the framework of the fire around me is a part of me, I am the fire and the blood

I'm training to close & open trauma like a dive bar, where the drunken man is the shepherd

Selling wares, broken hearts

My hearts leaks like a dying dog, where the water slips down the drain right next to my gasping drought