How to fit a 1000 suns in a napkin

(the city had fought the fortnight before)
fire burned through the little skirts
and plastic lunch boxes
carrying the nourishment of our future
doctors and worldshakers�"

                                 Future
tax paying Americans
And beacon of the nation.

Wide awake, in the thoughts of a light bulb,
(Where sidewalk stairs politic with the devil,)
A raindrop fell and whispered to the asphalt,
“Tell me what you know about happiness…”
And somewhere, in the middle of a pineapple parade,
A Pepsi can smiled and danced the night away with Nyquil labels.

Reviews

[Azriel]

excellent piece, loved the structure of it and how it allowed the content to form better. Very interesting choice of language and images, but i love them, they are quite original. also the message of this piece is quite great as well, i look forward to reading more of your work...

[victoria]

wonderfully absurd in parts but it all works so well especially like the last 3 lines...