MY subconscious shame

I walk on hills above the clouds white floss
common sensibilities are stretched elastic
 beyond the normalities of reach
the stilts that raise me 20 feet
 
Grand canyons built of city blocks
 radio, its crackle and its static
welcomed lightening, strikes the ground
a conductor just for things fantastic
 
I am the northern lights display
the podium of coloured rays
gold chains monogramed with gems
 I never have to make amends
 
A tattoo to wet the appetite  
Rolls Royce bodyline so tight
expectations like a ripened peach
with dripping greed my egos peak

There lies a prehistoric beast
provoked, a chance to grasp, rise unleashed
its menace never underwhelms
my subconscious, without boundary or realm