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