Transcendental mesmerism
From a sunny morning of ease
Green mountains in the sunlight
Green wind in the north-yellow sunlight
My soul is flooded with fresh air
The pines blow in the blue barrens
Leafchips & needles swirl in the clean street
Sweet new grass by the trails
The girl at the top of the hill
Not a care in the universe, just
One endless afternoon of joy

Sunk into the blue green depths,
The pigiron weights, the black
Bikini of depleted uranium, the
Lead codpiece and the headbox of mercury.
Every iron mask has been split open
And broken, like a bunch of eggshells.
A million men in a million iron masks,
They all fall overboard and drown
In the key lime waves