Rowan Ricardo Phillips
Wait. So you're new? Great.
I've always wanted to show someone around.
Here: If you look straight up you'll see
The tops of skyscrapers
Staring straight down at you
And the sidewalks you thought you were walking on
Are actually way up there in the high distance.
I know, right? Look at them,
All like the concrete vapor trails of thousands
Of concrete passing planes, and here: look down,
See your hands where your feet
Should be and nothing where your hands
Should be and nothing in your pockets anyway?
Awesome. Welcome to the First Light. Enjoy
The feeling while it lasts.
Because soon this will all be normal to you
And you will feel as normal as *&#%
And believe me that will #$*!&∧@ suck. Look at this:
It's just like CGI. Touch me,
Oh, that's right: you have no hands.
Imagine touching me. It's much better that way
anyway. Anyway…
Yeah. No. It doesn't rain anymore. But
There's the sun up there maybe perhaps.
And every golden hour (I don't know what that is),
Like clockwork (I mean, right?), they
Have their people shake their trashcans
Out their windows
And the coins that make it down here
They feel kind of a little bit like rain.
They call it watering the money tree.
I'm just happy to be in the way.