Alas the signals are crossed
Even when leaving terminology out
The pull of new languages
and gurus for seconding
the insurance that I do not have on my Life.
As I Boardwalk on level plane
over the opinion fiedelty
burnt out underneath
exposing rusting poppy seed.
What I left behind I couldn’t of Carried On
As it plans for me to be dine upon
so overripe and jettisoned
pass along the car wash keys.
Even with a keyholed head I couldn’t of seen
What tea hills held in older towns than I will
Bags always packed and mindful of the strangers
Arriving and that leave of a steerage in review
A mirror of the past parcelled slain
still ringing from the Stone circle of first time.
The Decantered feathered polystyrerex throttles back.
As strafes undercarriage and the door is dead bolted
On periodic wings and death masks are placed away.