I can hear your reply when
I say that I still just don't get it,
"There is nothing to get and
even if there was why
would you
want
to?"

A strong argument.

Oh to win back yesterday,
to reclaim lost time and
retire to the islands.

To stop wearing clothes
and pound sand suntanned,
stand bare before the elements and
be my very own
lighthouse.

Lately,
I grow tired of all this

humanity

the throngs
the masses
these friends
Romans
countrymen

caged in this charade
of taxes and neckties
Lord how we toil
on this
mortal
coil.

I want to
feel it
when the sun goes down and
your legs open the length
of a heron's wings,
when dew falls upon the vine and
the air bears the flavor of
honeysuckle
citrus.

How much longer can we
and the Earth around us
go on?

Out of the void we came
to plunder and pave
when all around us
was such awe inspiring
magic.