I saw an old man crying at
the precipice of his sanity,
ten stories above the sea,
and the world at his feet, a helo-deck:
a principality that had the worn out lay of home.
So trivialized.
So fantasized.
So immobilized.
Transmitting pirate-radio-waves eternally.
Seized the tower.
Hoisted the flag.
Crowned the queen.
"I've no blood right, only a passport," he said. "But do have the right mindset: I can't leave, we're so dangerous. Don't be a stranger now, we'll never be this dangerous again..."
