45*21

jammers jamming my existence
I don't know yours
must have melted
figment of my existence
I filter and pale
This growing disease
filters from the wellspring
The apples dangle and throw
their unripened green light
onto the campers
This is not your experience
but my swim suit is loose
and the night adjusts its appearance
That is okay
no wonder and no why
You lock yourself in your room
everybody else has been made to wonder
just don't make the climb
behind every great mystery
but nature's great glory
in a garbage heap