Hobo reVisited

Gladness and Fair Tidings in the Land of Hobo

.. .and down did i plummet , for a time, down down , in a hazardous spin , adjusting my ocular sights >with not much success i'll add< on the encroaching earth . Amid the scattered strands >the spackle of infamous infinity< i dropped , wrapped in its cohesion , piqued in tumult , construing ablutions of the spackle-kind , crossing myself though i couldn't say why , and catching finally a thermal then soaring up into the flapping tubes and wires and detritus of the vandalized , derelict Pickler .


Acumentor in its berserker rage unwound , tossing copper and gems to the walls , pinballing falling sprawling , and gave a hey Willie chase , barking SOS commands to preoccupied cubby cops who grabbed hoards of implements and floundered , abandoned posts for the wind , and parachuted on their bed sheets to the swell of a round ground . Somewhere in the code , the Manic Torpedo Annihilate screeched in binary , egad , to no avail .

A Pickler Panic , Gears o'Plenty go down with the Ship , and i with my Posse see the Light !

Onto all the spackle rained , and it spread from one lofty Pickler to the next , until i nixed the count and lost site over the horizon , and i merely flew in the hodge-podge pod , fiddling in its whirs and clicks for optimum ability , and dodged a live wire .
If they all fell from the sky , i do not know >i sailed on . Below on a step >a hill >hands in the air >grabbing the sky >waving me on , those flesh creatures with doodads and accoutrements galore , cheered huzzah and ole and other such tidings .

Dirty Dirt perturbs and boils up in Mischievous Ways

Aside me , in the dust and spackle , debris came to swirl and conform into lumps and bumps and spinning wheels and rotors until bits and pieces trilled and twirled and followed my lead, joining in the gala fest of glory days . We danced on the ocher skies and made patterns in the soot .

Change is slow to come , spring never comes in the winter . But i sped my counter forward and maybe saw the what could be was what could come was what would be , and pinks and blues and greens . It was all right >it was good .

Good as good could be, I smiled.