I Stand on Skyscrapers at Midnight

I stand on skyscrapers at midnight

like curtains draping out the morning light

with the heated violent world below

each summer breeze magnifying surrounds me

An escape worth holding on for

Planting on a church tower at sunset

like sand holding a seat I won’t forget

with the cold preying world below

each tickle of snowflake chills me

Heavens soft touch I suppose

I sleep on a creaking tree limb at sunrise

like a man’s eyes sheltered after he cries

with the warm rustling world below

each spring fancy fling excites me

Pinching my attention awake

I lie on top of mountains at night

like a fib I’m scared to recite

with the bitter tumbling earth below

each shouting wind surprises me

Shaking my existence to the core

I jump on slanting rooftops at high noon

like a noose I’ve seen stretched for a silver spoon

with the falling playing world below

each slipping tile startles me

Sneaking shivers keep me froze

I reign on top of the world at dawn

like an all encompassing yawn

with the reluctant world accepting below

each crying sigh of shattered hopes depresses me

Drowning my dreams at shore

I sit at a small wooden desk at midday

like I’m wondering if this is all a charade

with the combusting world speeding outside

each clicking letter humbles me

Mashing my boredom to bits