8/14/17

On Deck (poem)

Ye were there rested, when
e’en the edge exceeds
shelters endless, 
perfect strength’s sleep
stemmed  to end
when hedges drempt
wetter waves 
set free.
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After the Space Odyssey (a poem)

  The blob do’ozed its way over the black lagoon battling zilla the brain that wouldn’t die a lost world was lost   An invasion of the carro...