Monday, March 2, 2015


tomorrow we meet
but in whose frame of reference
for me that was yesterday
I already listened to
what your tomorrow said

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Too too much

there was a young ladle from Spain
Whose contents went straight down the drain
the soup it was salt
and even more salt
till the chef couldn't trust it again

A matter of taste

Smooth come-on backfired when the romancee turned out to be a predatory mimic. Looked so human except for the belly mouth.


these shiny domes
natives of this airless pebble
won't find them

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Let there be stuff

To one side stars, shifted red or redder. Elsewise bubbles filled with somethings, or other, rapidly receding. I, solitary, but full to bursting.


After a few billion years, you could recognize any system whose natives had reached space by all the refuse forming an expanding spheroid of crap.

Oh, Wisconsin, let me cry for thee

Gov. Scott Walker knows he has nothing to fear but the law of the land. And grannies. He'll WISH he was up against terrorists who pretend to be Islamic!