A Warhol

When I grow up
I want to be a warhol
pixel
dot
illegible writing

When I grow up
I want to be absent
gray
illusive
fate avoiding

If I grow up
I want to be a kid
staring
at filthy
gallery walls
emptied out
paintings

When I grow up
I want to be a warhol
white light
figure
eternally waiting

If I grow up
I want to be a sleep
soothing
wave
of
euthanasia
reincarnating

When I grow up
I want to be a wordplay
speaking
all tongues
concurrently

While
growing
down
today