Don't Look Up

Don’t look up.

Expection’s ceiling will come crashing,

shattering the glass city we call home.

Disguised as idols, Gargoyles stand over the banisters

of skyscrapers,

peering down, afraid of the concrete jungle below.

bUT above, the wind is ferocious

Pushing back and forth as a reminder that no place is safe.

On the streets,

the TV screens repeat network programming

until it’s interwoven into the fabric pillows of the children’s dreams.

Every morning, they uncover sheets on a schedule that is make-believe.

Open the door and

find a community of faces that aren’t always what they seem.

Some are lost, confused by the devil playing between the seams.

Social mirrors filter out the truth, rejecting the beauty inside.

Ugliness reigns over what they see with their eyes.

Brushed and groomed, all rise for a pledge of false pride.

Honor swims in the puddles of potholes where power dies.

The wheels of different fractions spin around cracks in the pillars;

Dizzy to the cemeteries on trashy landscapes,

But drawn to the smell of division in the heat of hate

slang by the lab dealers who

laced the waterlines to rot the wisdom teeth.

This is why, as we age, our smile bleeds.

Open wide for the dentist and

count the cavities received for chasing cheese.

Count the stars with one hand on the sky-polluted night scene.

Count the rockets, applauded as a way to leave.

But there is no escape, no way to cheat

ourselves out from behind these inner walls.

New structures can be built, but the same errors are why we fall.

Sometimes, it's best to pause and listen.

Hear the roar from behind the snores and find peace.

Don’t kick and scream, but lay gracefully

under the inevitable ending from above.

Embrace the meteor shower of love crashing into each building

of this fool’s fantasy underneath

until the only things remaining are the weeds.