laying...
laying
in sunset
contemplating
the differences
in contrails
and chemtrails
questioning
how tech
in today's
society
has
reverted us all
back in time
to the days
of parents
teaching
of fantasy lies
Santa
the bunny
w/candy
and colored
eggs
orphaned now
mother decades
past
father
a fairly recent
cantankerous
old age
both loving
and caring
not such
as it seems
our Big Brother
of influence
more tyrannical
than
one could
even
imagine
in a land
of freedom
and liberty
laying
quite comfortable
in the well
water
propane heated
'tis the season
of silhouettes
lost primitive
mechanics
and the
withering bones
of flora
before burial
such simplicity
and yet
magical
mystical
ignored wonders
swept under
the rug
of progress
and pantomime
hiding
the important
questions
children ask
follow
their lead
smart little fuckers
too smart
to some
as a mother knows
all too well
surpass
from whence
they came
each season
reminds us so
new knowledge
new growth
new trials
and tribulations
to character
to personality
to independent
critical thought
do the copper
coils
into antenna
deep in dirt
help
no clue
what I am sure
at best
they are harmless
for that
matter most
do no harm
if you kill it
eat it
or feed it
to a mouth
that will
even roadkill
becomes nutrition
on that path
dusty dirty side
lifelessly
laying
