stands tall
in a world of
concrete and steel.
With towers that stretch
to heaven
But burn with a brilliant fire.
like a candle for god.
He has a spoon
and he cooks up.
He ties off his arm
with the belt that
surrounds Saturn
and pierces his skin
with a golden needle.
the world is a beautiful place
when you see it
in an altered state.
The beauty of nature
has long since been paved.
Do you not enjoy the feeling
of burning stone as you
walk.
Walking on a skillet during
summer.
Walking in the world of
gray around us.
Yet a single rose exists
with beautiful red petals
and a long green stem
emerging from the shell
that encases the earth.
The last natural wonder
of the world.
A world that does
not deserve such
beauty.
Pull out the flower
and walk miles
to return it to
the lands it emerged.
Crawl the highest
mountain
and then hand it to
the clouds.
The only other beauty
that fills the world
with joy.
The eternal embrace
of heavens
of clouds that
float
near the god
who injects himself with heroin.