if granted one wish
I’d reverse our rotation
for a date with Gish

shock on their faces
educating the wise ones
left without traces

all we do yields naught
but as we envy the dead
they laugh at our deeds

an eye in the sky
communion of the ages
until it left us

oh the spectacle
we can only imagine
our fathers’ visions

roasted almonds with
radioactive sea salt
a glow in your face

where are you going
adrift on the cosmic sea
paintings are just maps

red carpet fever
no cosmos is forever
and stars but a wink

frothing and fearless
for all the pretty faces
die in high places

they never knew it
electric narcissism
on social mirrors

waves of light stream in
worlds projected on the wall
no one sees but me

riding in the car
radio black blues singer
carries the gray day

Lana has her plan
dappled sun on dirty face
contemplates murder

I might well believe
a golf ball was driven there
if the orb were real

her thoughts are from hell
while pimping the tyranny
teach your children well

without any dreams
caricatures of study
on a no name stage

no worse could this get
it must be an illusion
no world would be such

out on the west side
the pretty mingle about
pompous in their pride

art of deception
painting is asking questions
with no answers there

when eyes are opened
an understanding moment
it was all for naught