Skyscraper

I remember echoes of ridged metal framing,

Cold to the touch,

Making up a skillfully crafted skyscraper

That soars higher-

Than you;

I remember when the budget got cut short,

The skyscraper,

came skygrazer,

The architect knew he’d never jump,

From the height of his blueprints;

I remember when lightning struck,

The structure was electrified,

Terrified by night,

And construction had to be halted,

For a year,

Six months,

And 27 days,

The skeleton now too brittle to build on;

And I remember when this dumb fuck,

Pushed his luck,

And kept building anyways,

Catastrophe,

The building atrophied,

Of course it did;

I remember looking at the ribcage of metal framing,

He thought,

“What is this” Now

What can I do Now,

Push through Now,

Begin anew now;

Or- throw rosebud into the furnace,

Let it rightfully burn,

Build a home,

In a beaten down,

Beaten brown,

Little brick and mortar town-

I like the nights here-                                       

No skyline to worry about,

Just sky;

I’m tired of the fanfare,

Some building get;

Just let me atone,

and my damn brick and mortar home!