A Poem by Michael M. Marks In my gullible travels I discover In gullible travels I discover The reverse reflection of a ball, A traffic jam in a cage ditching The tainted crowded pizza supreme landscape Dark with killer preservative Formaldehyde fixative poison Contrivance disguised as convenience. With vestiges of antique homing instinct, All are blatant bumbling alpha geese Whose Achilles crazy buttons trip logic As we rush through the final hour, Honking at the impossible steamy barrier Guarding the safe barren other side From resoiling the original garden.                               Home