Trite Ideas Lathered in Kerosene, But Still Unseen

loosened threads being pulled through the
ring of fire; covered in kerosene
and lips that spread lies

like grape jelly bouncing off white bread
and piercing through an internal
eternal
inner sanctum

and chants keep spirits going
a debased sense of spirit; lengthened
to the edges of what’s known or knowable

vacuum-sealed and sent off to
be sold in every corner store;
before going on sale
because trite ideas always seem to be expiring