no arm? no problem
your company will be in good hands
enjoy your retirement, sir

enjoy? no, there was no enjoyment
he could still feel his arm sometimes
as though it were there, hanging at his side
but it wasn't
mere phantoms touching him through the aether
reaching forward into reality
and tearing an old man like me
into a frenzied fantasy

these masterpieces compare to the
visages splattered upon canvases
by dali, maybe even prettier
being in this beachhouse will be the end of me