Going to build a fire today
And let it burn until the moon goes up
Until the smores melt on my chin
The wind blows the cold of winter away
Going to watch the TV as the kids fade into another day of school
As midnight comes around and all the sounds trickle
Into the melting Ice of Sunday libations, peace
The partaking of the blood of Christ
The holy host
The holy shit he is a loaded host
Sweets at the end of the night