Bedtime Story
Kings and Queens and Queens and Kings, high up, they don't know, they can't know about waves lapping pointed ears and legs tangled on the sand, but it's green, it's so green, it's too green, green expanses, blue forget-me-nots, the raw sewage rumbles and flows the algae grows but I can go. Thrown into dark, into stars, into man-made metal that keeps us inside, I don't know, but she calls to me and I must I go to her. They praise her, and honor her, and tell her her arrows of blond are the finest but at the highest turret the floor is gone. They fall in the dark with giant spiders, we fall and we hold on tight to the spiders and eight arms wrap around us and we feel safe as we slow to the ground, into utter, pitch dark, useless, helpless dark, but no there's light and a soft shuffling, slippers on stone, it leads us but there's no more room, no room left for us, in a pig's eye! they say, in a pig's eye! but we have a candle so this pig will fly. He fails but we love him half-body and medals around his neck, it means nothing to the man, young man with one eye on the sky, it's not a telescope he has, it's a hole in the wall and he falls, he falls, onto a soft checkered bed he falls to waste. I can't stop these things, I don't know, somebody tell me, I don't know.