Where I Live

A wading pool for unborn kings,
Fruit of the Loom,
Swivel Chair Throne in
This Hurricane Room.
Drafty fourth floor.
Manifest destiny, western frontier of
The city of Tribal Love
Governing from the eastern shore,
A window office in a Cubicle Nation.
From the space station on the roof,
I poke out my head, I swallow stars.
Count them, for further proof:
Eclipsed by the city's midnight Milkyway
Few remain.
My face consumes the mirror:
I am enormous in my own skin.