Cozy and not

Unchecked care calls for catastrophe
as images form in the dust
Played alive by buzzed symphony
Played easy throguh hair all mussed.
----------------------------------------------------

Cozied up
Cold swirls about the muzzle
Of his furtive phrase furnace
And his chapping lips ping

The air tightens the eyes
He stares--Pushing the limit of snapping
Over the borders of calm
In an overwhelming glance
the trance takes him through
On passions from a penniless prayer

The furnace flames from his eyes
Pushing pulsing pointing
Then the furnace forms to overflow his frame
He blows away
Vanished