Chasing Apollo across a continent
We arrive at the city in night
Stalagmites glow at the heart
Christmas lights laid out beyond, blinking it
Dawns on me they are porch lights
Peeping in and out through branches
Suburban home fires warming to the
American dream of couched laughter and
Candlelit casseroles
Red lights scream along dark ribbons
White light feels anxiously ahead
An itching need to reach those strung out lights
All happy families are alike
warm baths clean sheets
waltzes in stocking feet
every house the same beat
“How was your day, dear”
two steps right
“Smashing, darling”
one step back
“You look lovely, doll”
left, left
blink, blink, *blush*
up
Up in the sky they are all just playthings
Lights flickering silent in the dark
Too far away to see dirt and grime,
Hear sobbing behind the radio,
See families lonely wreathed with webbed halos.
From here, I can hold the house in my palm
right, right, back
Put my eye up to the window
left, left, up
Before I shake it, and toss it away into the dark.
