Metal

Awake to Sparks
some tired car part crawl
exhaust
Metal on Female
a rocket shot from glass crowned empty coke
old school like the milk man
a Faith in the Wind's Reality
that bottled
rocket
this fogged out expanse
empty fields under bursts of orange magnesium
illuminate and swell
in the cloud's head hung low
carbonation
those thousand orbs released
that notion to travel Upwards
beyond the masking of the Clear Blue
to that what is true
we are all just a room with a throne and a view
Sparks