Hello Trouble

The function of this crown
is to form an apartment on my skull.
Just pressing your fingers against the gold
yields an assortment of texts and messes.
I will lift scores of those articulate enough
to amass the brief doers, the grief handlers
and mostly some stuffed-up grunts.
I am building some literal web stance so you
can change positions and light the complexion
of doubt better than us. I mean, you look purple
when you sing or your lips are blue
or a combination of both. That's not good television.
I love you and your crippled mechanisms of delight.
All you have to do is raise the stakes
and some trouble comes marching in. Hello trouble.
In order to preserve the end, which they say
is fast approaching, I will assemble my thoughts
and muffle my responses with clinical ascensions.
Some worth is like my skin as it approaches
the sky all burnt with the forecast of more
than rain, I'm simple that way.
Say hello on your way there.