Spit An Image

Spit an image out your well-rounded mouth
And ponder its meaning and colorful purpose.
Does it show a landscape sick with green
Measles or a light pale sweat of feverish hills?

Picture this future with fervent conviction
That no matter how hard you try the hell-infested
Air will fill your lungs to make party shaped
Balloons that get thrown in a corner to slowly deflate.

Spit an image out before it's too late.

There will be no age on the digital screen or
Counting the lines of a fading oak tree.
We remember moments as single bits of make-believe
Space, ever-expanding the heaven of waste.

Mercy comes from a clean brain scan that's
Proof to the doubters who couldn't make a choice.
I wish I knew more of the medical field;
Spit an image out to see what's revealed.