Please dissect this easel.

Reviewing the dissected remains of 

A wasted day my out tray emptied into

Land fill was pleasantly pleasing 

Too my eyes much like the gas filled

Sunset smouldering in half light

Of plutonium  enshrined modern 

Archpeligos and the maternity of 

Fossil free architecture  

A dead end amusing

Parrot eschews awaited collection 

Population popularity contests

polar opposites found by steam trail

And lighthouse that never fails 

To turn even when the train hits the brakes.

And my binoculars fall away

Dear diary .