John

I am a skyscraper, my tall glass walls tossing bits of sun sparkle across the landscape, but, as you approach me the imposing structure you saw from miles away is revealed as made of cards, and when a crisp breeze breathes upon my walls, jacks & jokers flutter aloft then dissipate over countless miles of land & seai try to untangle the torturous subject of me from the garlands and veils of illusion that surround it; I will comfort you through your darkest tortured moments for a price love me love meor I will break down & dieI am a field of scattered rusted hulks of metal. Somewhere, concealed beneath a heap of shrubs, there sits a shiny new rolls-Royce, the color of the sky if you can find it, you can drive (along perpetual slim black roads that lead to all the provinces of paradise) but, remember, I’m always low on gas; you must fuel me fill me hold me love meor i will collapse into another mournful heap of rust or dust & ashes in the ruins of a house, leveled by bombs thrown by innocents-someday, I will rise from the debris on wings attached to the angel you thought i wasyes, i will rise, if youhold me feed me love meyou would not want to see what's in my cellar- a jungle of clinging vines, one misstep, and i will devour you consume you swallow youI will smile & laugh with you, I will show you glimpses of my Eden unless I ignore you; if I do be patient; I’m just too shy to speak to youbut if you give me all the things i crave from you, i willlove you love you love you