Written by Jonathan Aryeh Wayne, August 10, 2016

Smell the petulant blue
Greedy with sea view
Melting with lotion
Steadily, without motion

America has dieways
Taste the mayan-aise
Paved to disgust
Born of stardust

Onramps are cryways
With amazing haze
For hands not ready
And colors unsteady

Replacing truth
By rotting tooth
There are lieways too
From tobacco chew

Sighways of grey
Built in Rome’s day
Hurt from cake
Of the future ache

Whyways of wheels
Why make steel
Eyes cannot hear
The puppeteer

Oblong is song
Strong as a gong
Don’t pile up or down
Or clown like a frown

America’s dieways
Life’s beef braised
Standing idle
Unlike waves tidal

Night brings life
Quashed on sight
Mammals’ veins
Cactus brains

Pine for the moon
Is June too soon
Hollow satellite
Recon kite

Sheeple’s people
From their steeple
Viewed forever
A true endeavour

Watching, waiting
Technology mating
Singularities drum
To a guitar strum

Jupiter’s 67th bimbo
Satellite in limbo
Seen through a lens
Orbiting with friends

No dieways yonder
Needing to ponder
Ingenuity lies waiting
In pyramids placating

Breathe, be still
Under ice until
Weaving is renewed
Time is unscrewed

While listening, talk
Be Kallichore’s hawk
Orthosie can sit
Pasiphae has wit

Outlying beyond
Rotating Oberon
Two planets away
Here to stay

A slavery belt
Before Roosevelt
Amorica, lorica
And Rainbow smelt

Prisoner to the sun
Clockwise spun
Fluorocarbon dormant
Thanks to informant

Watch the highway
Botch the dieway
Cry for lies until sighs
Gain gassy highs