Cue the Sun

It starts with a canvas

A starchy, blinding white.

Then comes the flash of illumination

And the tools to record the plight.

So I begin drowning the surface

With a swamp of acrylic swirls.

I'll get it right this time.

This time it will last.

Look at the world I've created.

Watch it as it turns like a top.

From the oceans and tides

To the clouds and blue skies.

It's more than you could ever

Dream to afford.

It ends with a loose thread

And a curious hand,

Like a boy who stumbles upon

His father's gun.

It's housed in a sock drawer

Next to cigarettes and cheap porn.

He loads the chamber with

One destined shot.

His father always regrets

He left the safety off.

Look at the world I've created.

Watch it as it turns like a top.

From the oceans and tides

To the clouds and blue skies.

It's more than you could ever

Dream to afford.

Look at the world I've created.

Watch it as it turns like a top.

From the malls and estates

To the smoke stacks and freeways.

It's much more than you could afford.

You've wasted this gift

Of beauty and science

And now my voice won't be ignored.

I'll pull back the blinds

And open all your eyes.

Let the sun drown you all.