Wheels spin
as other parts move

gears grind

so many things
being

mixed
in a blender

And all last week the skies
dumped ***** rain

now the sun shines
birds chirp

a brook babbles
time flies

as you stand letting life happen
in your shadow

A flag billows
gently

in a warm breeze
as a jet

silently makes it's way
across a blue sky

graying
at the edges of perception

Goggles
a lambskin helmet

scarf
and a wand

to leave a chemtrail of bubbles
as I go

I don't need much more
than that

because this life
has always been piloted

by the seat of my pants
with no real plan

except for
an occasional barnstorming

here and there

A pastiche
decades

of childhood
blurring

locusts

buzzing

Some say it was a ratcheting
descent

into the depths
of a day-glo hell

and a brush with death
by an oncoming train

followed by a straight up
abyss

with no more light up ahead
but I say  

it's was a life hard fought
and well lived

Sign post up
ahead

neon pink
big ears with a playful snout

it spins I spin
turning

hands dials
trying

to turn back a clock
and time