Blue Wedgwood China cracks across the midnight sky.
Alone, bone cold, but cool.
Lonely like childhood, but all romantic
like I like it, anything can happen.
Tonight, the sky is literally the limit.
I say, in the dark, out loud, “Well,
you gotta die sometime
I may as well try for it right now, dramatically!”
I stand in a puddle of rain and wait
I count, wait a few seconds and—BANG.
A cool blue breeze, but no, not the end of me.
Because now, I glow in the dark.
The dark glows, too.
And childhood is over.