I dream of golden cities
Where my house is
The largest tower above glistening
Swimming pools and recently
Watered tomatoes, watermelon
And kale.
Dark rooms with single windows
Pale white creatures beckoning me
To come outside with my newly
Plucked fruit.
Bridges that are built high
Connecting one foggy city,
Chicago, to New York.
The drop is scary. The mansion
Now has pictures. And the white
Creature forever looms.
But one that that always frightens me
Is how my car refuses to
Move.
