I ate the dream of my head tonight
oh boy. i wrote the script of life
and the other one died for love
so i laughed because i saw the photographs
||| she had long legs as golden brown
and society stood and stared // –>
i directed a film called WAR and how
the crowd turned away saying they
knew the story having read the book
of Love and Death
\i wept beside a broken river
that never stops its tears \
Then i awoke. I grabbed my clothes
and went downstairs to retrieve my
bag of Dreams : the toaster spoke
saying how it destroyed a universe
when i placed bread inside it’s slot
— they burned the Werelings Inside.
That’s another story for another day.
:: 07.02.2022 ::
“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”
So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.
Was called the First Order of the Court!
Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.
“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”
A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.
“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”
THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.
“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!
aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
WHEN sun opens the skies above so opens my dreams –> open greens
like children’s eyes : all to be revealed.
As where summer’s beside their secret glories sleep
oh flowing downward if they’ll or righteously flow
so(armies of enemies fighting like adults reveals) will fall
this. that. a(t) least dare and not a word to relate
of seasons is nothing but herself flustered in pain.
An open closet within the child’s room: bombed by society’s war;
‘s gulped by fear –> and never knew ghosts who hold
the hands of the living________ whom cannot kill but give life.
As each, c umbs of our Now) oooooooh yeeeeeeah
twiceauponatime we met the willbeus and the desert streams
of desert sands | kissing the angel of Imagination.
:: 06.28.2021 ::
\ MIGHTY are the WEAK Werelings
strange to see them run around
hauteur made them make it
phase changes are pinkish
if we build it
they will come
oh hum hum
sing the Werelings
of forgotten lore /
:: 03.21.2020 ::