Molotov mixed spice. (diary)

Fearing fire molotov mixed heaven 

ahead of the thirsty road 

that would take him past ferris 

to close a case called sesame.

.
he at once knew himself from time spent 

as a youthful dancer table topping 

With antlers and owls who regularly 

switched grubby cities for pinches 

of spice

.

to meet with the double crossed blades 

Of traitors creating laws behind 

diamond glazed doors 

sommeliers say to have Seen 

Themselves reflecting in the rivers

Dyed with blood of anemas.

.

Where paper mill soaked the residue

Of war torn spill

children dip their toes where some Go 

to meet there boarded maker.

A match dreadnaught no longer boxed

Bathed and refreshed.