It’s Totally Art

The city skyline is invisible,
             or is it just
a consciousness contrived
by a counter-culture conspiracy.
There is no point of reference.
You’d chase that high
all the way to Manhattan
to experience a systematic instamatic
cinematic collage of images
granted powers beyond the nature
of their existence
by linguistic acrobatics presented
by illegal Mexican midget wrestlers
                 and
aliens from outer-space,
who only rant and rave
wreaking havoc and mayhem
curled in the fetal position,
weeping like virgins
leaving graffiti marks on the walls,
bruising egos and shattering self esteem.
But, you are always filled with the fear
of being deported to a jazz bar in the city
like a rogue asteroid exiled
from the community of planets.
So, burn them in a sacrificial flame
scatter the ashes in the wind.
That's why God created Ikea.
But they don't deliver
in the red rust glow of twilight.
Focus,
             it’s time to face reality.