Life in the slow past.
Machines to make casts.
Man left his two feet.
Onward machines and water fleets.
Faster and faster to run.
Horses - trains - cars plus fun.
Planes - turbos - rocket sleds.
Upward - onward - never dead.
Life grew into a complex song.
25 hour days not too long.
Criss-cross - tunble - spin around.
Lighter minds less profound.
I must escape for a day.
A mortgage for a days pay.
Plastic card - spend till dead.
Don't have time for bed.
High-octane vapor fumes.
Psychowards and flowers bloom.
Spinning circle - manic life.
All confusion - high as a kite.
51 cards, wheres the ace ?????
from my poem book - DREAMS 3