Above Our Fabricated World
You’ve always been curious to see the roof.
It’s still just concrete floor you’re physically on
but the excitement of being high is too great, too important to give up.
You go up the Empire State, up the Eiffel Tower,
up the Willis Tower, you go up and up and up.
Just as pyramids were made by the slaves
so shall our slaves serve to make the Metropolis.
Giant stone of the Gods later made into towers of steel
as if the heavens were in our control, within our grasp.
The higher we seem to get,
the more of the world we hold in the palm of our hand.
You can see below the small ants unaware of the plot at hand,
building and buying and smoking and drinking and fucking
and lying and betraying and killing and eating each other.
The earth fed up with cancer.
The once green lush turns into a decaying smoke
that drowns life breathing within.
The inhabitants constantly lost in the sea of our propaganda.
Safety first, but the sight will cause anyone to be dizzy.
You feel fine until your father next to you squirts milk through his nose,
the hegemonies below giving the old man sadistic amusement.
You may barf a little and feel the bile in your throat.
God next to you.
He grabs your hand. “I was ‘planning’ on you to be here.”
You look back at the hand he grabbed to see an incision,
a cut that opens a fold within the arm.
There’s no feeling at all.
You can rip the wires out through where your veins used to be.
- Julian G.
It’s still just concrete floor you’re physically on
but the excitement of being high is too great, too important to give up.
You go up the Empire State, up the Eiffel Tower,
up the Willis Tower, you go up and up and up.
Just as pyramids were made by the slaves
so shall our slaves serve to make the Metropolis.
Giant stone of the Gods later made into towers of steel
as if the heavens were in our control, within our grasp.
The higher we seem to get,
the more of the world we hold in the palm of our hand.
You can see below the small ants unaware of the plot at hand,
building and buying and smoking and drinking and fucking
and lying and betraying and killing and eating each other.
The earth fed up with cancer.
The once green lush turns into a decaying smoke
that drowns life breathing within.
The inhabitants constantly lost in the sea of our propaganda.
Safety first, but the sight will cause anyone to be dizzy.
You feel fine until your father next to you squirts milk through his nose,
the hegemonies below giving the old man sadistic amusement.
You may barf a little and feel the bile in your throat.
God next to you.
He grabs your hand. “I was ‘planning’ on you to be here.”
You look back at the hand he grabbed to see an incision,
a cut that opens a fold within the arm.
There’s no feeling at all.
You can rip the wires out through where your veins used to be.
- Julian G.