Guys Take It Easy This Is My First Kyrielle

Along came a fire and I sat Down beside her, the Earth's lava. I move like a mule and a cat. Not ever a care or botha.' Wives and kids and money to be made. Spinning dishes on poles evermore. I stand a-muck with heart dismayed. My compass smashed and far from shore. I sit here now writing this poem. Kyrielle? Why not? What the hell? Just two lines left in this flotsam. Geez, I typed this slow as a snell.