STEEP HILL FROM ABOVE

you are lying 
in the chapparal. 
breathing in and
rubbing the aged 
skins of living fuel.
maybe you 
should look into eyelets 
of a discarded tarp
for one full minute 
without cracking open
the underlying casket, 
just playing around.
you should seriously spend 
eight hours at work
combatively ogling 
your facial moles 
in a mirror.
i predict your face
will flame up and
the lit moles in a fury
will draw back 
white tarps that 
drape kneehigh trees.
burned far enough in,
the ground will 
cough out 
applicable advice.