I write my riddles
And fiddle til’ joe friendly
But the lax understanding
Soon slumps offensive.
A figurative returned only
To my own blinking sockets,
Perhaps my inner wiring and I
Should board a 3019 rocket?
And spill from the decades
That don’t wish to listen
A shooting neon pinball
Firing a lonely arcade vision.
Someday I’ll reach my planet
Perhaps in a lightyear, or two
Stream a lifetime load of data
Retro verses, breathing new.