sleep, wracked apart
sad times, dying future
dead air!
one giant earth
under red suns
which must, some day, set
Tag: sun
sketch: start expanding and it busts my seams
poem: when will the joyous red sun
when will the joyous red sun
show its colours
to me the poor wretch
in the grey?
here and I thought
that I’d get away
when the whole world is wet
wet wet wet
sketch: sunshine island
pressing forward
Pressing forward, the dense branches collect overhead. They blot the sun, and for a moment, you miss it, until the scent of wet rot chokes and controls you, and you realize you’re home.
a greater contradiction
expressed indifference
what could be a greater contradiction
the first of December and he’s in his Christmas sweater
yesterday, rain, today, strong sun
tomorrow, who can say, save those who stay informed
on running loops with tiny changes
plusses minused, damaged brainses
who’s to choose the loose exchanges?
