enter The Barn and look into the hollow cavities of the undead

welded on retro dreams of Transit days gone by

buried among the wastepiles of projects gone wrong or to the crusher

a conundrum of might-bes or pure junk in the eyes of the sane

pedal powered cruiser still laying in wait to make its mark on history

but then history swerved and kicked me out of the barn, so 2016 marks the end