Tuesday, December 01, 2009







   "The Builders"

tent cities rise
athwart the lunar plain,
on thefts and handouts dine
throughout desperate days

uncounted anymore
no cam'ra lassos them
this is the final home
the end of a bad affair

construction sites aplenty
still i commuting pass
beguiled by paralysis
before my own dim shanty



Penny Dreadful.


A wreck occurs on a mountainside, and like in a movie the cars goes dangling half off the edge; it teeters. And for a moment, stops teetering. The passengers: "We are saved!"


Evidence for the Clathrate Gun.

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