Barnacle Blight Poem by Geoff Smith

Traveling fast up and down
highways of madness motorway
gleaning and gleaming from the grounds
where it is that I stay

Moving but never arriving
forwards through final destinations
Ruins from the past my present viewings
as with the nations

Coming to consider worth
things of beauty
those of mirth
To blot out the ugly

through those that obscure
my view of life
to find a cure
so to a lasting decent death