“Will please tell genius over there to stop eating our funnel.” “Hey, Bill, what’s the policy on eating all the whirlpool?” “Mustn’t lunch the vortex.” “And is now a time for chowing?” “No, ‘typhoon is not the time for … Continue reading Don’t eat all the vortex!!
Back inside the custom air-conditioned white-light “itty-bitty infinity ballet studio,” again now, for today’s 20 minute alpha-to-omega cardio of Entropy Eudaimon’s imagination calisthenics! Namaste. *bows* She salutes the Devine within you, and what divinity! Oh my, so lovely. In that outfit … Continue reading Mu Cube – Cronus does the itty-bitty Chimera Boogie!
Autumn, and’s almost homecoming. On the bus, it’s a million degrees! Thirty strong, coming from the church. Noses in ages, from eight-to-eighty, Ranging bass-to-soprano. It’s an Indian-summer, hottest on record, an El Niño. Most anticipated (and ONLY) outing of the … Continue reading (End of) Best Friends Forever?
The night-lights in most bathrooms aren’t nearly bright enough, To keep from bumping into all my bullshit in the dark. But that’s alright, just a nighty-light afterall; It’s not its fault, that’s how it’s made! Still suits the gig assigned just fine. … Continue reading Not its fault! That’s how it’s made.
Dear, Are not going out, Looking as if mother and I Afforded only to buy Half a blouse. DAD seriously?!? Outfit ought to be twice as big. Can even call it: “outfit”? All am thinking is How many tiny animals … Continue reading Modestly Attired
IN My love for you has so much gravity, It makes me feel like the whole universe has conspired, To bring us to this moment. Sometimes I ask myself, If I should pity anyone who comes between us? And then … Continue reading IN SIDE OUT Gravity
Meanwhile during intermission, the ionosphere is electric. It’s the Dawning of an Age, the auroras are on to full-effect! Neutrino concessions hum and I’ve made it backstage, snuck behind the background radiation security gaurds. It’s been such a treat, the … Continue reading A reasonable explanation please, Mr. Prometheus!
Big land. Long trip, no luggage. Tin cup, half-pack-a-matches. Blunt knife, many blades. Embarks, calling distant landmarks (never glimpsed) to mind. Fairly old set of directions. One hopes, fairytale Landscapes haven’t since let Senses slide. One reassuring memory: At the … Continue reading Horizons bigger till perfect container found.
Entropodynamic Eudaimon 