50 Days to San Jose's

Atop the parapet
stands a noble beast?
A lion, perhaps? A Busey?
No, it is I, king of kings and spacetime.

I stand

atop the parapet
Cosmic lasers!

Shot from my bosom!

God’s divine breath in laser form
God’s divine fury in bosom form.

I falter…
Poised to puke
eons of regurgitates from
atop the parapet.
The parapet crumbles,
weighed down by the wearies of weights of eons of lovemaking
atop the parapet.

Grandparents
Regular ol’ parents
Future parents
Never-parents

All of them once in bygone yesterdays
atop the parapet.
I fall
alongside the crumbly parapet.
atop and abelow
the falling parapet.
I scream…
but all I scream is-
“Atop the parapet.”