Goodbye My Generation

by Charles Plymell

He felt obliged to parasitize when it came time to measure
the medications of life, brains changed outside of life, society
morphed subtle as the stain of light, fast and right, just behind
the light formed crash when fish are found in rocks not water.
In the beginning was the word and the incunabulum of the turd.
I got the rattlesnake rumble gonna strike if you tread on me.
Oh professor of English is death past tense or future perfect?
The nice man cometh, Lady Gaga excels in retro–classic
and the phyllotaxis of taxis in Times Square form a drama
she’ll buy a toy for a lover boy in a relationship of the moon.