An Exquisite Masthead Corpse

Alone in a room, with TV, while outside world crouches coyly around smoke-stacked visions

between man, and our “waffle”, stands a time to think of loss and cherish memories.

slinging mind, across shined floor, locked away from brightness of knowledge

upon a mighty river shall truth, bright and blinding, bare down upon the masses

mounds of garbage, neatly piled, hiding realities that lawnmowers and fertilizer cannot contain

leaves gone changin’, have mercy, veil wears thin. leaves soon fallin’, dear lawsy, dead be near.

all ends. away, there upon crunching trail. general grey, muted sun. and then begins again.

Relative calm during transition; once settled, popped out like a spotty light bulb