stonehaven at sunset

tonite i am more than half in the bag...the stupa is on the hazy mountain...my swingsets are gone...i am living the end of an era...the other day my brother and i stood atop a mountain of garbage, and gazed upon the good land before us...digging through the trash like sewer rats from an earlier age, we found an ancient bottle of eighty proof french liqueur...and there we stood in the dumpster, drinking recklessly on a two-o'clock afternoon...the sun shining lovingly in the sky...overlooking the green pastures, we drank the dirty bottle dry...our last night on the compound...our last attempt at the utopia we were promised upon conception...