Poetry

I See Fire. You sit beside me quietly. I get Burmese Python and Sikh. Very powerful review of me and distinct energy that forces my Pandora radio to skip. Never has anyone caused such a shake in my vicinity as I write. You are backed and stacked today. As soon as you walked in and went to sit down, a white corporate man gets up to walk away. He had formerly sat beside me for only a few moments. He took his food and drink with him. He may have practiced some unsavory "artistry" in my vicinity. You looked RAGE. I get that you put a telepathic stream coming from my direction. He knew it was you. People are seeing things more clearly today, dear one. Tough exterior gives way to a sweet telepathic dance to sleep. No more drugs are necessary for you. A legal gun in your satchel may serve you well. People will feed YOU from now on. The song in my heart gives my soft scarf to you. Daisies are your eyes as you walk away.