Your architecture is sullen.
Staring at my feet.
A subtle carnival of new hell.
I wish i was wasted.
The tilework of you.
I am a stained glass house in shades of navy blue.
I was renting your excellence,
I am cordially invited to break.
Paintings of Europe curve in my mind.
On the beach consuming the Americas for you.
Going-Away feathers wreck ancient balance.