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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Creatures of An Empty World



There is an empty world
It sits above our own,
Its silent souls
Reflect to us
A silent warning,
Like a lighthouse on a rock,
Their message,
Barely heard,
Is clear,
“This world,
It loves you not,
Our killers,
They still walk.”
Let their message
Never be forgot.

A River Song



Where do old couches go?
And old TVs?
The ones that weren’t born as HD,
They go into our nearby river,
Sadly,
Along with fish,
But fish in fact are s’posed to be there,
And maybe
Jimmy Hoffa too,
Who ain’t.
To speculate would be unfair,

The river doesn’t say.