Reflection addendum & Second Moon

2 poems Teflon rocket, coated a milky white tinfoil traversing the qualms of a Jovian scape flash in the pan unaware scruples an eye peering out of a ravaged land plied and screwed scraped and scribbled a hard scrabble egg flying not frying twisted by gravity life living troglodytes in trouble finding fault with the universe is like complaining about the weather hah! Wear a hat.

this is my response to Robert's great photo on all ways 11. Look closely, as I have added a little something to the mix.

the original picture is HERE... as 'Reflection'.

stop in -- he's a master at his particular brand of digital artistry.

is this all? The Sunday funnies

i've officially run out of this goofy crap...guess i'd better dig out the scratchbook this week... aLiEnAnTiCs!!!

monsters!

gadzooks

Dinosaur Hand review. ACk!

Dinosaur Hand: Can we watch a cartoon or something?
Tom: Well, I just realized it's been months! Months, I say, since we've done a review, Dino.
D.H: So how come? A lot of movies have come and gone.
Tom: Alright, we just finished watching Revolver. This is a 2005 Guy Ritchie film. You may have heard of him.
D.H: Who? Guy Ritchie? He sounds like someone's sidekick. Maybe Dudeman, or Super HeyYouSuck!
Tom:What?
D.H: I'm not kidding, that's what I thought of Revolver. If I had a head, it would hurt.
Tom:Ha. O.K. Listen, I just looked up a synopsis on Revolver, and I read the whole thing, and guess what?
D.H: didn't I just say my head hurt? I don't feel like guessing. I want a cookie.
Tom: Here it is...even after the Cliff notes, I still don't get it. Even if I go back and watch it again, I still won't get it.
D.H: please, make the next movie a Disney cartoon... *sob.
Tom: Then I read Ebert's review, and I felt a lot better...because he didn't get it either! He thought it was incredibly twisted and mind bendingly stupid!
D.H: blah blah blah.
Tom: However, I kind of liked it. The acting was good, and the soundtrack weirdly reminded me of Amadeus, which is a way cool movie.
D.H: Hey, a bunch of people got offed, at least. There were guns and blood...buckets of blood!
Tom:Great, then you got something out of Revolver, right Dino?
D.H: Weeeeee for Revolver. Amadeus? Not so much...Mo-zert? Wtf is that?
Tom: Next review will for sure be some cartoons...
D.H: ...and cookies!

no words

Spring is sproinging all over the world! Sunday Comix

aLiEnAnTiCs!!!

dog versus cat: it's nothing new

monsters

almost forgot...some not so funnies

some aLiEnAnTiCs !!!

eek! Monsters

the end is

Blah
wan dismal dearth and pallor
I'll take this spade and stab the dirt
kill it kill it
dig the earth and mix it up
fisticuffs and worms
have we grown
how have I grown
like a weed,
invasive or conjunctive
still a weed
better to be the rabbit
and fill the fields with fluff
better that than this
workaday blues
and a winter that comes for good
once a year
blah

in the midst of snail dreams

Corrugated planet stacked brick upon stone
crust under a fine dust coat
of death and detritus.

He strums alus, a
jewel of false iniquity
born of unworldly prescience
fielded in gilded pastures by
the goddess of dearth,
but travels in verse
inverse to the logic of millennium.

Snail prince on a century's old trail
of feculence.
He cometh and blesses
verdant tresses for the foot to tread,
and vision alights with soaring heart.

Soul and eye stroll arm in arm
on rock and grass as one
while hand and fist fold
thick layers of crust and
even out the low spots
for industries profit
giving mollusks pause to
bemoan and take to the
heavens, sealed in an intergalactic shell
and puffing like a stargazing nautilus,
trading songs for unearthly green vales.