Sun

Have you ever tried to carry the Sun?
to hold the power and heat within your palm?

     captured energy, for ever flowing
           for ever burning
for ever a shine so bright, blinding, magnificent
     solar flares leaking through fingers
           dripping excellent magma
carrying the eye which watched empires rise
           and civilizations crumble
through war, through famine, through plague and disaster
           to grip this all seeing eye which witnessed
     all of Humanity's fuck ups and successful inventions

learning the language of an atom bomb (mind blowing)
           and reconfiguring the letters to spell words
     which express progressive philosophical topics
           through a form of Gonzo journalism
     (down to earth descriptions with a touch of madness)

                 adding sarcastic comments to awkward scenes
           like some form of stand up comedy performed
                             before some stone cold brick wall
                 loose snide jokes criticizing like a pointed index
                       trying to get everyone to laugh at the flaws
                                   to laugh at the joints as they
                                         awkwardly bend

                       But those eyes which never truly stared at the sun
                 always ignore the lessons which were simply taught through
                       a red cheek, swollen, slapped and pulsating with sore blood
                                   all because of some God honest mistake
                             performed through ignorance, though blissful
                                   should never be committed more than twice
                       yet the bullshit still manages to repeat in a seasonal fashion

                 it's easy when you can just hide the bruise with Maybeline
     (like make believe) a walking delusion, there was never a problem
                 never a fumble, never a stuttr, never a typo
                 never an indecisive second guess
           when it comes to what you do, what you are, who you affect
     because it really doesn't matter, you're entitled to your own opinion after all
           and as you strut like gold down some metropolitan sidewalk,
                       all eyes should definitely be on you
                 all sexual organs should certainly want you
           and all proletarians should strive to be more like you
                             instead of them selves

     
     When I asked if you've ever tried to carry the Sun
and you brazenly reply with a flex of your chest saying "Hell Yes!"
     I simply can't take you seriously because I wasn't referring
           to you, you narcissistic son of a bitch