3/23/15

Wild Colors And Jazz


The first cuts.  Motors powering through.
Machines win for now, but the plants just grow and grow.

Constant maintenance.  Til the heap pile.
Replaced by the thermal polymer, most modern plastics.

Indestructible and new.  To last forever.
Divide the deck, cut it twice like the New Mexicans.

The state of confusion.  Where the aliens land.
Craters dent the sand, the caverns go deeper and deeper down.

This planet is full of meat.  Trees just give and give.
Provisions all around, in the water in the bread in the wine.

Wild colors and jazz.  Driving in HiFi.
Noise fills the cabin, the street keeps the beat.