What Did You Expect?

Dragonfly hovers while Grateful Dead play...

the world holds it's breath...

my Muse lounges near me,

strung out on anti-depressants.

Even the Dead can't wake me.

My tombstone already reads: "Finally!"

My list has no entry.

My Muse looks at me with glazed eyes.

"Oh, that magic feeling...

nowhere to go..."

Echoes from Sixties music halls

play in my mind like ghosts.

Have fun,  find love,  good luck...

don't get sucked into the movie...

don't trust anyone over fifty.