03 March
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
