Anything goes
We made a nation, a painting
out of a series of persisting things:
an impractical family,
a long payment in instalments
a paperback book on the loyalists
an unrequited love
a golden mountain
an assortment of base elements
one of Gacy's victims, melted to the crawlspace
a water monster
a handful of blinding crystals
a bed serving as a hug
and revenge.
Am I blinded by glass buildings
or is it the sun, rising?
is this a nation or a phase