Jaundice

"And the Artificial die
Like yellow No. 5."

I'm in the sunny city
On a pier overlooking the Pacific,
Imagining my dream as she lulls me to sleep
The lull of the ocean, tranquil and steady.
There she is! This can't be Imaginary!
My reward for fifteen minutes in the sun.

"Exposed to the heat,
They go yellow like an Amethyst."

The sun fades into the horizon
- Gradual; the shackles of Alcatraz
Reflected in the waters of the Pacific.

Who am I?
What have I now become?
An android with Jaundice is just as soulless.

I thought I saw an angel before me
But felt her breath shiver up my spine.
She whispered;

"15 minutes in the sun
And the Pacific will live in Alcatraz."

(c) 2011