fuel

are you the name of a coffee shop in rain land
or the thing that sets fires and spins wheels
are you a metaphor that’s asking a question
incessant until an answer can be discovered
to what is being compared to what
now let’s wait here until the depths
reveal more of the good stuff we need
steal it, quietly by force, in the name of
goodness and justice and peace
fire is the word and the metabolism
nothing goes anywhere, a nowhere nothing
adjectives cannot modify nouns
without spaces and punctuation
a side of grammar, fracked from the land
yielding the spice for the continuity
of rational, tea civilization
services, rendered fats, oils
grease for the machine
just as essential as the gases
sulfurous ice land, warmth for a nasal fee
i will take it, steam and all