because i know why the caged gorilla destroys the bars
those smoke stacks on the orange horizon
spitting vomit
layered on all that is chrome
and the sudo-souls of left hemisphere pornagraphers
i will rise up
i will rise up
from this tarmac field
traced by number plates
let that fat man screaming numbers
upwards
towards the sky
be drowned by the roar of our pistons
shooting sparks and confetti in our wake
as we accelerate through the hills
and canyons
setting them all into flame
and those poets on the city floor
will cry and say
"oh how the mountains are ablaze!"
"the beauty! the horror!"
and i will rise up
standing at the pinnacle
with the floating embers below
the soft, flickering, orange glow
and the antennae towering over me
a crooked silly smile
knowing those poets on the city floor
do not see
what i see
