SHORT (OR LONG) DITTYS - RANGING FAR FROM THE POINT

Bits and Pieces

MOON SHOOTING

We’ll shoot for the moon and we’ll shoot for the stars Perhaps we’ll sleep behind jail-house bars...

-- THE CHRISTMAS DIME --

,,,They hope for their children to dry up their tears, from a lack of “good cheer”, through the subsequent years,,,

---AMERICA---

America,,, the land of honour is in a truly sad state of affairs- confused and naked it falls down the Stairs

---BUTTERFLY---

,,,butterfly takes flight and becomes a human, whose flapping wings become the arms of an epileptic freaking in a train,,, The butterfly looks about in confusion, and becomes the foam,

--STONE THROW--

,,Those who cast a stone and live in brittle glass,,

-INSPIRATIONS FROM A DROWNING-

...from bone dry land we can’t survive amongst the fish we come alive...

:::::TRANSCENDING WITH SPENT BREATH:::::

,,,born aloft from hot air rushing by like spent breath...

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...they become the northern lights stretching out to encompass the moon...

A-CITY SHORT

Ave. C., pulls taught, straining with every sharp, piercing breath. Dark alleys, become the womb for harsh blows, Boom Boom Boom. Quick and in rapid succession.

DEAD BABY,,,,WHY????

Momma lay in the road with a vacant stare, her lungs devoid of life-giving air.

DEAD-RAW SCREEN

Fractional bursts implode as speed super-collides full-stop, splintering off into fractal jags which jives,

THE CHILD

,,The child within resides in a private domain; a fabric which resonates below the surface of some adults,,

JOYRIDE

,,,of hallucinagenic drugs, which impairs their abilities to determine borders,,,

Say „Cheese“

The body glimmers in a dancing sheen of notoriety and blood.

THE HEART OF MAN

,,,becomes a spontaneous nightmare of mirrors reflecting mirrors, which collapse upon themselves crashing headlong into the beast ,,,

RIDDLES

We look about, laughing and shout to the past.

NEW YEARS RAGE

,,,while the New Year, releases the rage.

HAPPYNESS-2a

,,,the tumbling crash of ones own mind
Cherry

THE WORLD BE CRYIN; CHRISTMASSSSSS????

Mama’s dead,,, the baby’s dyin daddy's so sad cause the world be cryin.

IT'S ALL AN ACCIDENT!!!!!

,,,It’s all an accident Sirens careened off my brocken memories Your’s too maybe...

THE WORLD SEEN THROUGH BROKEN GLASS

We consume pain and sorrow, through inward looking mirrors at banquette feasts.

THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

,,,and dreams we never dreamed for fear of dreamy scenes that shadow things we can’t control ,,,

HI, OLD FRIEND

,,when we were young and life was but a nut to crack. To crack- To crack, Step back! Step back, we did...