Seattle Will Sink Into the Sound Eventually

this kingdom I have created
from the dust
of trailer parks
and meth labs
and mountains
and rivers
and lakes
and space needles
and pho houses
and microbrews
and cheap whiskey nights
and clove cigarettes
and left wing publications
and berating those with whom I disagree
and with passive aggressivism
and with sad eyes
and punk rock songs
and bloody noses
and false hopes
will topple to the ground
when I wake in the morning