Escapology

The melting hue of a summer's afternoon
Somewhere else where
It's bluer than the cobalt at home.
And look you can see all the stars at night
Not just the bright ones that we see in the city.

The farther we drive out
The opportunities for chaos seem to decay
Until we hit upon another little urban atom
Rapidly approaching the end of its half-life.

On through the stable elements
It is periodically possible to witness
The acid qualities of alchemy
Burning through the flesh of fools
Who pay to drink nature's water gladly.

Carbon compounds my coughing fit
As we are absorbed by a swell of metal
That simultaneously bends toward and resists fusion.
And look, all the bright stars have been replaced
With all the stars and then covered.

Blindly, gently rubbing the gummy fog
With our dim lights and our hunched shoulders
We make toward the hearth and the fuzzy glow
Of our most stable base element, home.