now i may have proof that
my biggest fear has
been true this entire time
to slightly waver the glass in
your mind with the
shockwave from my
exploded being and
i must admit afterwards
there was nothing left
but new skyscrapers form
out of hardened blood
and rock
and snot
maybe the new generation is
more insidious or more benevolent
or just the same old
reflected
in the new mirrors i put up
but now i wonder
if back before the
humiliation of a naive me
if instead of saying no
you let me lay my head in your lap
would i now be better?
or worse?
or the same?
it doesn't matter
even a little bit
all i want is impossible
a city made of red wax and clay
cant hold a person
so why would it hold the world?
pathetic useless city vaporized
now
i dont see your buildings anymore
the fear is gone,
the fear is what attached mine to yours
milky fog blinds everything
and my windows look out
to no one
after so much time
may i be able
to sleep
in a lap
Someday?