Housefire
My heart is a fire front
It takes my centre stage
It bears the wrath
It breeds the rage
It tears these words
Right from the page
My head is a behemoth
It is a roaring bear
It stands alone
It fights alone
It fells the woods
And fouls the air
My hands are a dancer
And sometimes an actor
Sometime slacker
Often hacker
A fucking clown
With X-Factor
And then, I am façade
A miracle of wit
That face the wind
That grace the wall
And likes to climb
But climbs to fall
September 2010 Derek Wilson
