


Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation

Earth to Mars
My husband
is again missing
deep in cyber space
He was last seen
orbiting Mars
whilst writing a poem
Does Elon Musk know
that my X Man
Captain Lex Icon
got there first?
Now I’ve lost all trace!

INFLAMED by abstractions DIVISIONS are FESTERING along tribal fault lines in the land of the Grand Old Proposition raising the Cain of entitlement versus obligation Upon the field of play the clashing of rights . . . and wrongs is deafening as malice is enticed with a free pardon Cowardice holds it's breath praying for one last roll of the dice now that Holy Conspiracy has become the new religion of an exiled generation

From Nha Trang to Yucatan . . .

. . . in the dead heat . . .

. . . of a reptilian meet-and-greet
for that fleeting kiss of the bitter-sweet 💋