POLLUTED WORLD

Whittled wind, dead cold.

Our earth you have sold.

Naked bone upon the ground.

Your wisdom - oh so profound.

Tomorrows song plays dead.

Lost all, lets call Fred.

Vapors vacuum in my head.

Wilted flower lying in bed.

Ask the future, a morbid web.

"SPIDERS TRAP", the jester said.

Poisoned water dead fish cry.

Malignant tumor inside my eye.

From my poem book - DREAMS