12/26/19
Tilted And Spun
Each yank of the chain, each sideways remark, each twist of reality. Only natives walk through here. The funny man and his tribe, like a melting glacier, like the northern lights we've seen in pictures and films. In the night they flash and glow, they jump and blink. Mother nature has her own ways, in her own time, for her own reasons.
Humans awoke today.
Then slumbered.
Hungered and loved.
Seasonal reasons.
Tilted and spun.
Made in the shade.
Grouching and goosing and glamourous looks, the world waits for no one. Tomorrow is just tomorrow, but it will be a miracle too. An improbable perfect day. A gasoline dream. A mosh pit. No more than a snap crackle shot. Consciously physical, mentally wandering, spiritually connected.
The Cuckoo's Nest
The loopy, the droopy, the sad, the mad. The unfortunate brains, stained and in flames. With no hope, just mope, no laugh at a good jo...
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