I’ve 

Lost the taste 

   Of light shows 

   In New York

    Fine pickled embraces

   Like a cowards goodbye

         We stir the transient liquid 

        And caress the airwaves

        Stop thief 

 But no luck

         We run off laughing

Into the darkened streets

Of yesterday 

 What did I do today

Where did all the Martians go?

Some like raspberry jam others say the seeds get stuck in their chromium di-axial chambers

Still we try to get thru

The other ones went quietly

Why can't we all just eat donuts

And feel slightly sick

Or happy

Or 

What did I do today 

 Create the Magellan fireworks

Light show

Bombarded in Yemen

 There’s little to no hope of confusing what should be with what aint 

I’m not returning to the scene of the crime

My fingerprints are everywhere

-On the back of your neck

Gander deeds

     Awake!

Or go back to sleep

Ya toothsome vanity

   Snorkeling with suits and Clark boots

     Gasping for storied winds

 Of Macbeth 

 Skull at the ready 

   Seek!

   The coins are for the boatman

     I kinda look like Brad Pitt in Troy

 Clocked by the time- left for tomorrow- the senses reek- take a limestone bath ye of little faith- carry the Minnesota winds - eat well and borrow profusely- steal occasionally- set the coordinates for a story after lunch. Garbage McClockstein