spikes of old titles

when i look to the past

it takes a chunk out of the present

and smears it on the toast of the day.

escape to the next life looks  

more and more like it's not gonna happen

so i better take care of my dues here n how.

i hope the next epiphany's earlier than most.

what's needed is not invented, what's invented inverts.

the door shuts heavily, but a slam was avoided.

and that makes all the differenc

there can possibly be at the moment.

  i found a subtle cache . keeping it secret

for the next end of the world, masquerading '

as a mardi gras of understood, at last.

lets hope the beads are glass, the wine chilled, the wind at someone's back.