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Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Perspective

Will we still be here
A thousand years from now
Will there be clean air
A thousand years from now
Will we learn how to care
A thousand years from now
Will there be flowers
A thousand years from now
Will we still be alone
A thousand years from now
Will they pity us or curse us
A thousand years from now
Will they even remember us
A thousand years from now
Like we remember us
A thousand years ago?

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

A Burden Shared

A burden shared
Between two squires
Who slid on ice
And braved the fires
They lost their king
To ruin and wrack
But no misfortune
Held them back
What's in the chest?
They knew not what
Hopefully a lot of gold or jewels or something cool

Monday, August 18, 2025

Boardwalk Bandit

Bang
Bang
Ugh, argh
Ya got me
Ya yella bastard
Back-shootin' bandit, go to---ack

Saturday, August 16, 2025

Soil Sphere

Soil
Sphere
Contains
Infinite
Mysteries within
Orange boundless borderless wall

Monday, August 11, 2025

Anniversary Fib

I
Love
My wee
Bad monkey
Eighteen years today
Happy Anniversary, Babe!

Saturday, August 09, 2025

Fib Strategy

Pump
Down
Volume
Whenever
Commercials play
Preserving our sanity

Monday, August 04, 2025

Fib Pop Myth

Red
Sun
Krypton
Last gamble
Two kindly Kansans
Raise the star child and save a world

Sunday, August 03, 2025

Don't Fib in Church

Bell,
Book,
Candle:
Accursing
Officially,
Excommunication assured.

Saturday, August 02, 2025

Apocalypse Fib

Fear:
Dread
Toxin
Infecting
Civilization
Unravels the social fabric

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Spun Unspun

Thoughts whirl like
All the space stuff caught in the event horizon of a singularity
Splash and fuss spinning around the nothing at the centre

Wednesday, April 02, 2025

Professor Arbogast

Alas, poor Burnshock! I knew him, Verluccio. A fellow of infinite quest, of infinite gallantry. He hath saved the galaxy a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here gazed those eyes that

He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here gazed those eyes that women loved I know not how oft. Where be your quips? your derring? your do? your flashes of phaser fire that were wont to set the universe afire?

Thursday, February 06, 2025

Leaning Cowpoke

The shifting sands
Shoveled softly
Sublimate and subvert
Slim Sanderson
Sinking slowly southward
Sighing softly

Tuesday, February 04, 2025

Flash! Oww-wwww!

Just a man
With a man's torn shirt
Nothing but a man
Covered with bruises and blood
No one but this pain-wracked guy
Can save our wo-orld
Oh, Flash
Oh, Flash