Consult The Runes Poem by Robert VazquezPacheco

The ubiquity of tattoes makes me yearn for
The Elder Days. No, not the lifestyle, silly,

Ancient times possess an exotic beauty
Untarnished by reality. Put down the glass

Pipe and listen to me, champ. Suffragettes
Wore white for a reason. Ignore the surrounding

Hipsters. They will age into regret just like the
Rest of us. The dancing little people can get on

One’s nerves. The disco ball makes no difference.
Time for Persian mages to confer. They practice

Meth lab science over crumbling and scrolled
papyrus starmaps seeking options and menus.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Look at how she jiggles like Mata
Hari on steroids and amphetamines. Stare into

My third eye and tell me what you see. So it
Looks like a Magic Eight Ball. The journey of a

Thousand miles starts with sensible shoes.
The Buddha said no suffering is necessary.