AUTUMN CLOUD

The last launch. Atlantis. Mob milling.

The center of steering. Slowdown, Bowman. Top billing.

You believe them old rock stars. 24 Hour Lifestyle. Miracles on display. 

Girls, Girls, Girls.. the Vince Neil Parade.

A Big Blonde Blur, chewing gum, on top of the moon.

I remember re-thinking retiring to the gravity reality. 

But Lunar is a Lift Off, weightless weekends of mayhem.

Drinking jager and learning the End of Act One.

Oh Dear God. The triumphal deer head. 

Egyptian Hieroglyphics. Futuristic Forty Under Forty. 

Beyond Censorship, David Bowman stood silent and the middle finger went up.

"This place is fucked." - Quote of the Month, Week, Day, Today.

Backup fast, disconnect thought. Machinery short circuits seasonally.

Pacman passed by. Suddenly terrified, Tron moved like a ghost. 

The car crashed. Go! Go! Go! Control is lost.

Is that Ruby reading Rorschach ink blots?

"You and your goddamn nice furniture!" Someone hurled a glass at the chandelier.

Point of Dissension. Art removed from the walls. Iron Man exiled. 

That chair you're sitting in, is broken. 

"You and your chaos and your crazy commotion!"

THIS TIME WE'RE READY TO BELIEVE IN THE AMERICAN DREAM.

Even In the Age of Obama and Apocalypse and American Greed. 

An autumn cloud up ahead.  

Menacing. 

COMETH SOON... Nightmare On Elm Street... This Fall.