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Things Dreams Are Made Of
God's asshole must be enormous
for Him to shit galaxies and planets
between cutting farts of poets and bugs.
Stars tinkle from His huge, fire-filled bladder,
as He cries oceans from His infinite eyes.
I wonder if the octopus tickled and made Him giggle.
fear
a friend has been trying to get me to read a book about a man
taught by an octopus i must confess some octopi almost made me cry from fear
We share an existence within
We share an existence within this cosmos of galaxies and planets, poets and bugs, and stars and oceans. Can you really look at the galaxies and stars, and even poets and bugs, and consider them as execreted wastes? Have you read Zelazny's short story, "A Rose For Ecclesiastes"?
Starward
Drafts
I use PP for composing and storing drafts, doodles, ideas, and semi-completed poems. Every once in a while I go through the list and delete.
"There is no good writing, only good editing."
Thanks for the reply. I hope
Thanks for the reply. I hope I did not trespass with my previous comment.
Starward
Thanks
for reading and commenting. Feel free to do so any time.
"There is no good writing, only good editing."
Coming from a Poet of your
Coming from a Poet of your stature, that is an excellent invitation.
Starward