For Worms

"So when I die will I see it? Up there—is there one for us too? For the likes of us. Will I cry when it's all over?"

Inside these tunnels—no, sorry the Tubes
I was born to be a worm
though rain and snow and blue of night
I'm kind of weird; I think skyscrapers and signs can look beautiful sometimes
neon

"Well I don't think I need it, maybe. If it's right here on earth."

I climbed up the walls, all the way up the Dome
on the bridge I leant almost all the way over and saw it

"Don't be fooled, Angel. Keep the smile."

one lost June.