©27 August 2013
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
YOU and are not us.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
