45*21

out of the blue
and into the hopper
you never knew so much ego
or ergo
hopped up
the gelatin C capsule
the arm lets loose from unknown socket
there is no armature
gladiators with hip pockets
the lands of kind deception
never so real as yesterday's knowledge
let loose like a gable of time
That was a cheap shot
the cats of alien camps
That's funny
there are no alien camps
Now, pulling one's self together
rocks meet ledge
the campfire of true amalgamation
is truth doubt truth doubt
along the riverbank