Pacing while the internets whirl.
It probably isn’t a good thing that the turkeys let me get this close.
They should flee what I might be.
One hot bush, from the little chilies on the bottom to the thirty jalapenos above.
Wait, that’s two bushes in one cage.
Be happy that you’re happy.
A sucking bee
just like a spelling bee, except stickier.
The dense wood in the middle was the base of a butterfly bush that stood eight feet tall.
Last year.
This year, the final frost killed it all, except two tiny sprigs.
After awhile, you don’t see this,
because it would be too weird, if you had to explain.
We’ll die, we will, but it won’t be this pretty.
They come, to astound, and then to die.
Yes, the super moon, two weeks ago.
The camera didn’t know how big it was.
Any bigger and it would be falling,
a spiral exploding death by gravity.
148,000 words, no, you’ve got to be kidding?
Please, ma’am, Ghost Walk is a story that long,
really, it is.
I have already eschewed surplussage.
They all promise to reply,
unless they don’t.
That’s a “no.”
So say “no” to death,
to go back into the human mind again.
#1 by Bud on 26 August 14 - 1:11 pm
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