junk

mountainous range
stood before
beer-goggled refuse
for the health
of his claw hung
in the balance
buried in the sand
solitary schollytic
lumbard region
stuck out
the garbage
danced like a
dainty pixy or 
fragile elf
the day wearies
the hunting
of elephants
is fruitless

come to my embrace
smileyness washed
 over he like
a brisk thistle
with a youthful
whine magnanimous
reason we
pressed onward
on my glider

i will ride
with the cat
at my side
an end
is an end
is an end

but this is

simply
the beginning