it was on a hill
he went for all of mankind
and once just for me

with an old man’s smile
and handshake pulling you in
his gesture of love

breaking the silence
victory within our grasp
Garfield with a gun

all the trendy news
artistic temperaments vie
I read it backwards

one lovely thought leads
to darkness and despairing
then back to beauty

growing ever large
lovely island of plastic
our legacy left

in the deep green sea
machines exploding creatures
and the captain cried

meandering ant
with all intent and purpose
to no place special

not to cross a line
muddy big horses flying
for the fun of it

dressing for dinner
we shall meet the good captain
or play with ducklings

in the days ahead
acidulous afternoons
like eons ago

don’t go through the door
questions need not have answers
for that is the end

colors flowed brilliant
then the people came along
all I see is red

aspiring asshole
trendy daddy in the shade
abusing old folks

although years gone by
lays protected in her web
lovely dead spider

back in olden days
women were beautiful then
in white linen gloves 

if we did not age
not turning a single page
our lives would be rage

see taste and feel it
holding an object in hand
sensational wit

soft and silent glen
beyond manias of men
a turn toward home

northeast of swansea
the rhine army is singing
‘neath chemtrail sunsets